She propped herself up on her elbows. "Such a gentleman."
I threw the towel in the hamper and slipped on a pair of sweats that sat low on my waist.
"Damn," Pam said with a sigh. "Those are hot."
"It's sweatpants season, babe." I put my arms behind my head, posing against the wall like a Calvin Klein model and swishing my tail all slow and sensual, making her snort.
She grabbed some clothes from her suitcase and slipped into the bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I pulled the duvet off the bed, and on my way back from the linen closet, I found Remi climbing up the stairs.
“Hey buddy,” I said, calling him over to me with a pss, pss, pss.
He meowed and rubbed against my legs, obviously happy to see me.
“Come on. Let’s go get your mama.”
Dutifully, he followed me down the hall into the bedroom.
“I found Remi,” I told Pam from behind the door. “He seems to have made himself at home.”
She stepped out of the bathroom wearing a tattered Alanis Morisette t-shirt and pink flannel shorts.
I made a mental note to see if Alanis was still touring because if so, I was definitely surprising Pam’s little ‘90s alternative-loving heart with tickets.
Remi bolted over to her, rubbing against her body and purring loud enough that I could hear it from clear across the room.
“He is so freaking cute,” I said, sneaking a glance at the two of them while I spread the fresh duvet over the bed.
“He’s cute right now, but we’ll see how you feel about him in the morning.” She yawned and walked over to the bed with Remi on her heels. “This side?” She pointed to the sidewithoutthe omegaverse book on the nightstand.
“Yep. All yours, sweetheart.”
For as long as she wanted it.
She climbed under the covers and Remi jumped up to join her.
I shut off the lights, shrouding the room in total darkness. “Is this alright?”
“It’s perfect.”
I got in bed and she snuggled against me, burying her face in my chest hair.
“I lied,” she murmured. “Now it’s perfect.”
NINETEEN
PAM
I wake up every morning excited for the day ahead.
“Remi,” I huffed. “We’re on vacation. Can’t you give Mama a break?” Completely unfazed, he settled in the dip in my hip and started to make biscuits.
I was so cozy, nestled under the covers and up against Alistair’s warm body. His bed smelled like him, that woodsy sage and cedar scent, and I was in no rush to leave it.
But my duties as a cat mom called.
Alistair turned toward me, his curls a wild mess from sleep but still looking as handsome as ever.
