Блейз Клемент - The Cat Sitter's Whiskers

Without even turning to look at the man standing in the doorway, I tried to calculate the odds of getting to my gun before he could get to me. Luckily, it would have been impossible.

The man whispered, “Dixie?”

My jaw dropped open.

He said, “Damn, babe. You must have been sound asleep.”

As calmly as possible, I said, “Ethan, are you freakin’ kidding me?”

He clapped his hands together like a prayer boy. “Sorry! I knocked first and called out, too … didn’t you hear me?”

I sat up in bed, grabbing the sheet around me. “You nearly scared me to death!”

He leaned his shoulder against the doorway and raised one eyebrow. “Oh, really? Well, I guess that makes us even.”

Ethan’s ancestry is Seminole Indian. You can tell right away by his jet-black hair, which just barely brushes the top of his broad shoulders. He’s in his early forties, tall, with eyes the color of dark brown coffee and eyelashes so thick you want to roll around in them. He was wearing dark pin-striped trousers, a crisp white button-down, amber cuff links, and a pale, rose-hued tie.

I don’t know why, but the b-word is a little hard for me to wrap my mind around. Partner isn’t good, either, it sounds like we’re running a business together. Beau sounds too old-fashioned, and life mate just sounds ridiculous. Maybe it’s because, in the grand scheme of things, Ethan and I haven’t been “together” that long. And I say “together” in quotation marks because that somehow makes it easier.

You may have figured out by now that I have a few hang-ups about relationships, but anybody who knows me knows that the fact I’m even able to own up to it is a step in the right direction, especially considering my life with Todd … well, it was supposed to be forever.

Growing up, I completely bought into all the stuff we teach little girls about relationships and storybook love and romance. In fact, I swallowed the whole thing hook, line, and sinker—that every princess gets her prince, every beauty gets her beast, and every lady gets her tramp. And then, once you’ve got the date set, the dress picked, and the rings exchanged, it’s all raindrops and roses and whiskers on kittens until the end of time. I guess I wasn’t listening too good when the minister said “until death do you part.”

I know. I sound like a reclusive old cynic.

I’m actually not, at least not most of the time, but after Todd was taken from me, I wondered if love was real, if there truly was such a thing as “happily ever after,” and even if there was, I didn’t think I’d ever find room enough in my heart for anyone else. It took me years to realize that love is eternal even if people aren’t, and finding new love doesn’t change that. There’s always room for more love.

Whether he knows it or not, Ethan is one of the people who taught me that lesson, so I try to keep my reclusive tendencies under control when it comes to him. Although, judging by the look on his face now, I could tell I hadn’t done a very good job today, so I did what any mature person in my situation would have done: I tried to change the subject.

“Ethan, ever hear of a thing called a telephone?”

He cocked his head to one side. “Oh, really? So you’re saying I should have called you?”

I nodded, but already there was a tone in his voice I didn’t like one bit.

“So you’re saying we should maybe call every once in a while to let each other know where we are?”

I nodded again, this time a little less emphatically. Ethan’s an attorney. He runs his own firm, Crane and Sons, which he inherited from his grandfather. He’s good at his job, and he handles a lot of big clients around here, not to mention a lot of the Key’s most wealthy residents. He knows how to argue a case, so I could already tell I was done for. There was another problem, too: Ethan is drop-dead, holy smokes, seratonin-inducing gorgeous, so I tend to get a little dumb in his presence.

I muttered halfheartedly, “Yes. Yes, I am.”

“Uh-huh. So, you think if something happens that isn’t on the regular schedule, something out of the ordinary, we should give each other a heads-up? Something like that?”

I sighed. “Okay, who told you?”

He folded his arms over his chest. “Told me what?”

“You know damn well. Who was it?”

He smirked. “I’m not revealing my sources—let’s just say it’s a good thing I stopped by the diner.”

I stood up and wrapped the sheet around me. I was still thinking I might be able to get away with changing the subject. “That Judy! Can you believe what a blabbermouth she is? She can spread gossip faster than … faster than a…”

I looked at Ethan but the smile on his face had fallen away.

I knew he was right.

When a girl has a b -word and something unusual happens, it’s normal behavior for that girl to call her b -word right away. Like, say for instance, that girl faints and hits her head so hard she sees things, or maybe she even gets bonked on top of the head by a masked intruder and has to call the police. Or maybe she discovers a dead body. Or maybe she’s accused of murder. These are all things that might make a normal girl think, Hey, you know what? I’ll give my b -word a call. I’ll bet he’d be interested in all this .

I knew I should have called him the moment I woke up in the Kellers’ laundry room, but I didn’t … and I can’t really explain why. I don’t mean to shut him out. It’s not something I do intentionally. It’s just that having a partner in life still feels relatively new, not to mention relatively surreal and bizarre and ridiculous and I don’t know what else.

But none of that mattered, because right this very minute Ethan was boring a hole into my soul with his dreamy, heart-stopping, hurt-puppy eyes.

I melted.

“Ethan, I swear I meant to call you as soon as it happened, but then the day got away from me and I had to talk to the police and then I was running late for the rest of the day … and I just didn’t want you to worry about me.”

As I was talking, I followed his gaze to the top of my head, and when he saw the bump there he shuddered. “Oh, no.”

Before I could say a word he had wrapped his arms around me and I fell into his body. We just stood there for a full minute at least, saying nothing. I could feel his chest rising and falling against mine, and with every breath it felt like my batteries were recharging. Finally, after I felt more or less like myself again, I said, “How are you?”

He chuckled. “I’m good, thanks. You?”

I sighed and hugged him a little tighter. “I’m good … now.”

“Huh. You could have felt like this hours ago if you’d called me sooner.”

I pulled back and looked him in the eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m not a very good g -word, am I?”

“Not really, but I’ll manage.” He reached up and carefully parted my hair to the side. “How bad does it hurt?”

“Not much.”

“It looks pretty gnarly.”

“It’s actually gone down a little. You should have seen it before.”

“I’m glad I didn’t.”

Just then, Ella came curling around my ankles and squeezed herself between us, pausing with one paw on my foot and another on Ethan’s, and then looked up at us with a high-pitched, “Mrrrrap!”

Ethan kissed me on the forehead. “I guess it’s pointless to suggest you see a doctor.”

“I already made the appointment.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“Just pretend.”

He whispered, “Come here.”

Our lips touched, and I felt a flood of warmth spread through my entire body. In fact, I felt downright woozy. I was thinking I could stand there kissing him for the rest of the day if not for all eternity, and then it hit me.