The orange ears and green eyes disappeared. Lanna peered over the side. What a goofball. Her cat was lying on his back with all four fluffy feet in the air. Waiting.
“Gordon, you snuck in here and scared me just so I’d rub your belly? What were you thinking?”
He looked at her expectantly, his green eyes wide.
“But my hands are wet. You wouldn’t like it.”
Gordon purred.
“I’m telling you, you’ll get mad if I get water on you.”
He closed his eyes and waited.
Lanna sighed. “I’m going to regret this. I just know it.” She shook the water off of her hands the best she could. The towel was too far away for her to reach without stepping out of the tub, and that would get Gordon wet.
Flicking a couple more drops from her fingers, she reached down and placed her hand on Gordon’s tummy. The cat’s eyes popped open. In one smooth movement, he flipped over and landed square on all four paws. He glared at her and hissed. Running out of the room, he left a trail of water droplets in his wake.
Lanna sighed. Now she’d have to find some way to make it up to him. And his standards were high. A pat on the head and ‘Aren’t you a pretty kitty?’ wouldn’t do. Life was tough for a single cat-mom.
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Table of Contents
Time for a Duke
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
About the Author
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