The Purrfect Love Story
which really meant hugging my notebook to my chest and whispering, “Don’t let her near him, don’t let her near him.”
So, of course, the universe laughed in my face.
The next afternoon, I was in the kitchen burning a second batch of toast when a knock rattled the door. I frowned, wiping my hands on a towel. Bia barely glanced up from the couch, purring, “Are we expecting company?”
I wasn’t. Not officially. But when I opened the door, my heart did a messy little flip.
Ace.
He stood there in his jacket, snow dusting his shoulders, that crooked grin already working its magic. Goose’s orange head popped out of the canvas tote at his side, meowing like he’d rehearsed it. And in his other hand? A p
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