No Attachments - By Tiffany King Page 0,64

you out and let other guys gawk at you, or whether I should drag you to bed and show you just what your pinned up hair does to me," he growled, pulling me close.

"I thought guys liked girls to wear their hair down?"

"Not with a delectable neck like yours. Your neck begs to be kissed. It's as appetizing as any banquet and twice as appealing," he murmured. "Now, stop distracting me, I have a surprise for you," he added, suddenly looking jittery.

"A surprise?"

"I left it in the car. You wait here," he said, still looking slightly off.

Puzzled at what the surprise could be, I waited in the center of the room for him to return.

"Okay, sit on the couch and close your eyes," he said, cracking the front door open a fraction to give me the instructions.

I settled on my couch, mystified with my eyes closed. I heard him push the door open and then shut.

"Okay, open your eyes," he said just as I heard a little meowing noise.

"Oh my," I gasped, taking in the little fluff ball in his hands. "You got me a kitten?" I asked, quietly.

"If you don't want her, I'll keep her," Nathan said, sitting across from me with the small orange kitten cradled in his hands.

"I've always wanted a cat, but the time never seemed right," I said, stroking a finger down the soft fur of her neck.

"Right now sounds like a good time to me," he said, handing her over.

"Oh my," I repeated. "She's so tiny and fluffy."

"She's the runt of the litter and the last one to be claimed."

"I know nothing about cats," I objected, knowing it wouldn't be fair to take her when my future was so uncertain, and yet, I wanted her with a sudden passion that shocked me. Maybe it was her soft purring or the way she snuggled in my lap, but she already felt like mine.

"That's the wonderful thing about Google. Any questions you have are at your fingertips. She's already been fixed and given a clean bill of health from the vet."

"When did you set all this up?" I asked, stroking a hand down the kitten's back.

"I went and picked her up yesterday. She spent the night at the vet and is ready for her new home."

"What should I name her?" I asked, holding her up so I could look in her cute squished face.

"Whatever you want. She's all yours."

"What's your cat's name?"

He laughed. "Fred."

"Fred?"

"Yeah, like Fred Flintstone. I'm a huge Flintstones fan."

"I've heard of the cartoon, but I've never seen it," I admitted.

"That makes my heart weep," he said, clutching his chest dramatically. "I will have to rectify that."

"Okay, so what's a girl name from the show?"

"Fred's wife's name is Wilma."

"Wilma?" I asked with disbelief. "Are you a Wilma?" I asked the kitten who gave a plaintive meow.

"Sounds like she likes it to me."

"Wilma it is," I said, setting her back on my lap.

"I'm going to go get the rest of her stuff; that way she can explore the cottage and know where her litter box is," Nathan said, patting Wilma on the head before heading back outside.

We had a little time before we had to leave, so Wilma and I got to know each other. She was a smart kitten and showed off by using her litter box as soon as I placed her in it.

"We better head out," Nathan finally said, glancing at his watch.

"Is it okay to leave her?" I asked worriedly.

"Cats are amazingly sufficient. I bet she'll sleep the whole time we're gone and then keep us up half the night trying to play," he said, wrapping his arms around me from behind. "Besides, if we don't head out, I may have to dine on your appetizing neck," he said, placing a kiss there.

"Hmmm, I'm not sure if I should be flattered or not, being compared to food," I said laughing as I stepped out of his arms. "Besides, you already promised me a movie, so your meal will have to wait. I already perused the show times and have the perfect chick flick picked out for us to see," I teased, grabbing my purse and cellphone off the couch. I ran my hand over Wilma's back one last time where she was curled up asleep in a ball on my couch.

"That's fine. I can think of plenty of things I could do to you in a dark theater," he threw my way, making me stumble as pictures of what he could