Dale Thomason isn't much of a cat person. In fact, he doesn't particularly care for animals of any kind. Or people either, for that matter. A food critic for the local press, he dines out on the company tab without the hassle of going on a date. His sex life is non-existent, particularly when compared to that of his bisexual BFF, Jill. When a stray orange tomcat brazenly follows Dale home one night, he calls Jill to come rid his apartment of the feline terror. But he can't seem to keep the cat out of his home, and the next time it comes inside, Jill isn't there to rescue him, so he lets it stay. That night Dale has the sexiest, most vivid dream starring the hot new redhead who just moved into the apartment across from his. In the morning, the cat has mysteriously vanished and Dale is left reeling from the wet dream. Did he imagine the whole thing? Or does his new neighbor harbor a furry secret?

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“This isn’t a dream,” he murmured, if only to hear the words spoken out loud. They did little to convince him, though, so he cleared his throat and tried again. “No dream. This…this is real.”


Tentatively, he reached out and brushed his fingers over the hair puffing up from the man’s arm. Minutes ago, those arms had held Dale tight. Who was this guy? Why was he here in Dale’s bedroom, naked in Dale’s bed?


And why can’t I remember inviting him in? Please don’t tell me I missed anything we might’ve done.


Surely he hadn’t had thatmuch to drink.


As his fingers explored the length of the man’s forearm, Dale became aware of being watched. He glanced at stranger’s face and found a pair of pale, golden eyes staring at him. The man’s thin lips curved in a sphinx-like grin.


The grin grew into a full-blown smile. “Hey yourself, handsome.”


Dale had to smirk at that. “You’re either being generous, or you’ve got really bad eyes.”


Chapter 16