I didn’t worry too much about the stray. I was more preoccupied with the recurring dream I’d experienced ever since Tadhg had begun sleeping on my pillow. I’d always kept a notepad by my bed, often waking a protesting Finn by switching on the bedside lamp so I could jot down the details of my dreams before I forgot them. Indeed, a couple of my best story ideas had grown out of something I’d scribbled down in the middle of the night.
Now, however, my dream ran on a single track, with a distinctly sexual undercurrent. It was as though, every night, a handsome man wrapped me in an embrace, murmuring gentle words of love into my ear. I never caught sight of his face, and the dream always melted away in the moments before I woke to see Tadhg, head cocked to one side and regarding me with an expression that told me he was ready for his breakfast.
I continued to believe it was just a dream until the morning I woke earlier than usual, roused by a car alarm blaring in the street outside, and realised I really did have an arm flung over my body. A hand cupped my breast possessively, and a broad chest was pressed against my back. What was happening? Had Finn somehow let himself into the house, despite my efforts to keep him out?
But as I struggled out of the grasp of the sleeping intruder, I quickly realised this wasn’t Finn. This man had red-brown hair, spread out on the pillow around him. The sheets barely covered him, and I had a perfect view of the smooth, lightly tanned expanse of his back, all the way down to the taut cheeks of his ass. Whoever he is, he’s gorgeous, I thought, then I pulled myself up short. He must have broken in. He was more than likely dangerous. I needed to call the police.
I was reaching for my phone when he stopped me. “Hey, Miranda, don’t be afraid.”
I turned to look at him, wondering how he knew my name, and found myself staring into eyes of a strangely familiar shade, somewhere between honey and gold. This man had a proud set to his face, one I would have described as leonine. He answered my question before I could ask it.
“Miranda, it’s me, Tadhg.”
To find out what happens next, you’ll have to get hold of the full story. It’s available from Total-e-bound, and it’s the perfect thing to curl up with on a cold winter’s night. And don’t forget the catnip!