“Why do you sound like your cat just died?” My lips tug upward. It’s Parker. “I don’t own a cat.” His answering chuckle is deeply arousing. “I happen to know for a fact, Ms. Price, you own a beautiful pussycat.” My smile grows wider. “Oh? Do tell.” “Well, let’s just say she’s pretty high-maintenance and demanding, but if you stroke her exactly right, she’ll purr so loud, the neighbors will hear.”
