CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Something soft touched Charlotte’s face. Eyes closed against the sunlight streaming through a window, she moaned a complaint and burrowed further into bed. A very comfortable bed with silky sheets.
“Meow.”
Now she was hearing things. Since when was there a cat in the apartment? And when did her sheets ever feel so nice? The pillow—if she turned her face into it—had the slightest hint of a familiar scent. A bit like…Trevor.
Charlotte’s eyes flew open, straight into two feline eyes staring back at her from the side of the bed. Mellow’s whiskers twitched and she reached out her paw and tapped Charlotte’s face.
“What are you doing here?”
Mellow purred as she poured herself under the sheets and cuddled against Charlotte. “Oh…you shouldn’t.” But unexpected happiness crept i
