I woke to the sound of purring. Not the soft, contented rumble that usually came when Goose burrowed into the crook of my arm, but a sharp, irritated kind of buzz, like he was trying to file a complaint.Blinking against the dim winter light filtering through Carolina’s curtains, it took me a second to realize why. Goose sat perched at the edge of the couch cushion, tail flicking, golden eyes fixed on me with betrayal written all over his tiny face. His human, me, had apparently been stolen.Not by another cat. Worse. By a woman.Carolina’s curls were the first thing I noticed, wild and tangled across my chest like some soft, dark halo. The second was her leg draped lazily over mine, the weight of it pinning me in place. The third, the realization that she was still fast asleep, mouth parted slightly, breathing slow
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