Page 32 of Night's Fall
Watching this,Igot a melty feeling in two places.One, around the left side of my chest.Theother, parts south.
Comet looked from the bag of food to the prince and stated, “Meow.”
“That’s not what your mother says,”PrinceAlekseireplied.
Terrific.
He spokeComet.
“Meow!”Cometdissented.
“I would give you fried chicken formed in logs.Butit isn’t my choice.Youneed to talk to your mother.”
Totally spokeComet.
Comet’s baby-blue eyes glared at him, then he moved them to me.
PrinceAlekseicurved his hand underComet’sbelly, lifted him and gently dropped him to his golden paws on the floor.
Comet tipped his grouchy face toward the prince and griped, “Meow!”
“Sorry, buddy,” the prince mumbled.
Okay.
Um.
Who was this guy?
Comet decided to circle the prince’s ankles in a last-ditch attempt at changing his mind whileNovadecided to say hi, jumping into the space between us and peering up at him with her trusting round blue eyes and adorable scrunchy face.
“Hello there,”PrinceAlekseigreeted her.
It took her a second, but she was female, so that wasn’t a very long second before she placed one paw on his thigh as her invitation to show some love.
He accepted and stroked her spine while he asked, “Howmany of these do you have?”
“Three, but don’t worry.Jupiteris timid.Hebarely comes out even for me.”
The sky of his eyes came to mine, andIfelt a lazy lurch in my chest.
Oh my.Wasmy phantom beast back?
“Do you intend to get number four?” he inquired.
“I’d absolutely get another kitty.”Ortwo. “ButIworryCometwould eat them.”
A deep, velvety chuckle rolled from his chest, and no, the phantom wasn’t back.Becausethat lurched in my belly (okay, no, not there…full disclosure: it throbbed in regions south).
He stopped strokingNova(who didn’t mind, she never did, but then again, she was a cat and could curl into a ball and lick her paw at his hip, which was what she decided to do next).Thefood was exhumed, one blue-and-yellow-striped parcel for me, the other he set aside before upending the bag and a variety of sauces rained on the table.
“I didn’t know what you liked, soItold them to give us two of everything,” he explained.
Seriously.
He could have saved me and my gals a lot of intense dissection last night if he’d been even slightly like this guy at the club.
I tore my attention from him and looked to the sauces.Spoiledfor choice,Iwas my usual indecisive.
