Page 81 of Redeeming Harmony

There was nothing in her voice to suggest packing her room was painful for her, but he still felt a wave of guilt. “I don’t want you to feel obligated.”

“I don’t,” she said. “I want to help.”

He studied her pretty blue eyes before his gaze dropped to her mouth. She made a soft sound of need that went straight to his dick.

Still staring at her mouth, he said, “What happened last night…”

“What about last night?” she asked.

“I want it to happen again,” he said.

He waited for her to get angry, to tell him to fuck off already and stop sending her mixed signals.

Instead, a soft smile crossed her face. “I want that too.”

He cupped the back of her neck and tugged her mouth to his, brushing his lips across hers in a gentle caress. She sighed and parted her lips. They touched tongues delicately, and a powerful wave of need rocked him to his core. How could such a simple and delicate kiss have the power to disarm him this way?

He pulled back slightly. “This is probably a mistake, right?”

“Probably,” she said.

“But we’re going to do it, anyway.”

“Yes, we are.” She took his hand with a cute grin, pulling him to his feet. “Where’s your bedroom?”

He led her to his bedroom. She made a soft squeak of surprise when she saw the grey tabby cat lying on his bed. “You have a cat?”

“Two, actually,” he said. “Cindy Clawford’s on the shy side.”

“Cindy Clawford?” she said.

“Oh, there she is.” He pointed to his open closet where the tuxedo cat had stuck her head out and was staring at him and Harper. He made a cooing sound. “Come say hi to Harper, sweetie. C’mon, Cindy.”

Harper giggled, and he gave her a mock scowl, “Are you laughing at my cat’s name?”

“Yes,” she said as Cindy ran past them and out of the room.

“Rude,” he said. “You’ll never win Cindy or Katy Purry over with that attitude.”

“Oh my God, are you serious right now, Nathan? Your cats' names are Cindy Clawford and Katy Purry?” Harper’s giggles turned into a belly laugh.

“They are.” He went over to the bed and made a show of putting his hands over Katy’s ears. “And you should know that Katy can be on the sensitive side.”

Harper joined him, sitting next to Katy on the bed and running her hand down the cat’s spine. “A thousand pardons for my impertinence, Ms. Purry.”

Katy immediately turned into the cuddle slut she was, standing on Harper’s lap and butting her face against Harper’s chin. Harper gave her some more scritches. “What a sweet girl you are. Yes, you are.”

“You like cats, huh?” he said.

She shrugged. “I like all animals. Where did these two come from?”

“From a client at the previous clinic I worked in.”

“So, she named them?”

He grinned. “Nope, they had respectable but boring names of Socks and Mittens.”

“Ugh,” Harper said.

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