Chapter 22
Catch me if you can. Calix leapt off the front porch in his feline form and made a mad dash into the woods, glancing back to make sure the caracal followed hot on his heels. The dawn had just broken, not long enough to erase the decided chill in the air. With his double coat, Calix felt right at home in the autumn morn. Mitch, on the other hand, in his slighter frame and fur made for the heat of the Savannah, might not enjoy it quite so much.
A little concerned, Calix slowed only for Mitch to catch up and nip him on the butt before flying past.
Calix laughed as his brawny beast scurried to catch up and retaliate. Pompous. That’s what he is.
Sexy, too, Calix answered his inner saber. He’d been pretty damn happy yesterday and all through the night. He’d almost lost count of ho
