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He winced and hung his head. “Yeah.”
“You’re a real piece of work,” I said through clenched teeth as I silently cheered Braxton’s fiancée for having the good sense to leave him for the reality television home-improvement guy. “Goodbye, Braxton.”
I didn’t breathe freely until I was on the other side of my apartment door.
“What the fuck?” I muttered. Even though I’d sent Braxton packing pretty easily, it was never fun to fend off a near sexual assault. The overall crappiness of the night had just escalated. It was depressing to realize that a man I used to work with turned into a slimy predator after dark. What was worse, I couldn’t get Dominic out of my mind.
Dominic, who I could never have and who was almost certainly getting sucked off by an overzealous blonde somewhere under the Phoenix night sky.
“Shit!” I threw my purse across the room. It succeeded in knocking over a stack of DVDs.
My cats emerged from their hiding places, tails twitching, eagerly watching me for signs that I was heading to the pantry. The boys were used to receiving a treat whenever I came home. I didn’t know why some people complained that cats were unfriendly, standoffish creatures. I’d adopted Luke and Lando from a local cat rescue organization when I was living in an off-campus apartment my senior year in college. They’d been loyal companions and friends through some of the most painful moments of my life.
“All right, all right,” I said, kicking off my heels and heading to the kitchen. Luke and Lando gobbled up their treats gratefully and purred against my legs. I sat down on the floor, gathered their warm, furry bodies into my lap, and wondered why in the hell men couldn’t be as cool as cats.
