But Nat had turned into a cat in front of her very eyes…so there just might be some truth to the fables.
If only he could tell her what had happened.
She made her way through her morning pretending that she didn’t notice him constantly underfoot and in her way, as if he were trying to help.
“You can’t help me.You’re a cat.”
Nathaniel looked up at her, and if a cat could look annoyed, he did.
She kept glancing down at him as the morning rush slowed down.At least if he had to turn into a cat, he was a cute one.
Though he looked far better as a human.
Her human.
Chapter ten
Nat
FrustrationrolledthroughNathanielas he watched Thea go about her day.Of all the times to turn into a cat, it had to be now—when she had been so close to admitting that she still had feelings for him, so close to letting him kiss her.
He wanted nothing more than to turn back into a human so he could tell her how much he loved her, but it wasn’t happening.
That frustrated him more than anything.
Of all times…did it have to happen now?
He yowled in frustration as he had to skitter out of Thea’s way once again.
“Go take a nap,” she said shortly, side stepping to avoid stepping on his tail.“You’re just making me nervous.”
Nat glared at her.He didn’t want to take a nap.He wanted to kiss her.
“Go.”She pointed to the fireplace.
Nathaniel stalked toward the hearth, growling his displeasure as he did so.
A nap didn’t sound like the worst thing in the world, though.He’d been awake rereading Thea’s letters for most of the night, after Eugenia had asked him to walk her home and kept him there for long enough that the café had been dark when he’d gone back.
He was settling in when a familiar feline appeared.
“What are you doing?”Ginger asked as he settled in.“This is my spot.”
“It’s not your spot,” he said.She never slept on this corner of the rug.He would know.
“Yes, it is,” she insisted.“This is my café.”
“It’s Thea’s café,” he pointed out.
And it was his building.
Ginger came up beside him and rubbed her head along his.“Maybe we could share,” she suggested.
Nathaniel recoiled.“I don’t want to share with you.”Not that way.
“Why not?”Ginger asked.“You’re a pretty kitty.”
Nathaniel fought the urge to laugh at her words, which were so obviously copied from Thea.She echoed them in exactly the same tone Thea did when she was speaking to Ginger.
