Melted By The Lion: A Paranormal Lion Shifter Romance by Amira Rain Page B
Authors: Amira Rain
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trotting alongside me, I ended up heading back first so that Bridget could finish feeding more animals that were now emerging into the little clearing where we’d been.
The kittens and the mama cat proved to be very well behaved, all falling asleep almost immediately. The puppy, however, was an entirely different story. Wanting me to chase him I guessed, he kept nipping at my pant leg and then taking off down the trail, whining when I didn’t follow at a run. Then, seemingly frustrated by my slow pace, he took to gnawing at tree stumps and even large rocks while he waited for me to catch up. Several times, I told him he was a rascal, and by the time we reached the mansion, the kittens and cat still asleep, the puppy still biting at anything and everything, and me sweating buckets, that had become his name. Rascal .
Not really knowing yet where else to put them, I took all the animals into the formal living room, since it was the nearest distance from the front door.
Exhausted, I set the mama cat on a tan leather sofa with her just-waking kittens beside her, then sat down next to the whole bunch, eyeing Rascal. “Now, you be good. Just let me rest and enjoy the air conditioning for a second.”
Not a chance. After a few loud, happy yips, he sank his teeth into a small throw pillow that had fallen off the couch and began shaking his head back and forth wildly.
“Rascal! Put that down! No biting things!”
A gasp alerted me to Jeannie’s presence. She stood in the doorway, eyes wide. Sighing, I found I was suddenly too tired to even get up to do my explaining. From a slump on the couch would have to do.
“They’re homeless, Jeannie, and I had to rescue them.”
“Well, couldn’t you have left them outside?”
“No. The rule of thumb is that if humans are hot outside, animals are, too. Besides, they’ll need baths. Oh, and before I forget, could someone please go down to the store and get some cat and dog food, litter boxes and litter, a dog brush, and some flea collars and shampoo? And not to be a complete Veronica with all my requests, but could you please bring me some water when you can? Oh, and some for all these guys, too. Oh, and also, could you please not tell Trevor about this? I’ll tell him myself, but first, I just want to get everyone all cleaned up and figure out where to put everyone.”
Jeannie went to get my water, and Rascal finally dropped the pillow, which now had holes in it, and began happily gnawing on the toe of my tennis shoe.
I looked down at him, exasperated. “Oh, Rascal, what is wrong with you?”
Taking a break from his chewing, he looked up at me with his big brown eyes, panting, melting my heart. At that moment, I didn’t even care what was wrong with him. He could gnaw my shoes to shreds, and as if reading my mind, he soon went back to that task.
When Jeannie brought me two tall glasses of ice water, I drained them both in only a minute or two. Rascal finally left my shoes alone to drink from a bowl. Jeannie had just left to make a store run in Gerald’s car when Bridget came into the formal living room, saying Jeannie had let her in.
She was cradling an all-white, though exceptionally dirty, cat, and when she reached the couch, she held it out to me. “Got one more, and this one is a total lover. I’ve been noticing her a lot when I go out there to feed them. She’ll wind around your legs and purr like nobody’s business.”
Right on cue, the cat meowed and then began purring so loudly I could hear her from a few feet away.
Bridget smiled. “See? And I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of already named this one. I was calling her Snowball all the way home, because I think she could be white as a snowball once she has a bath.”
I smiled back. “Perfect.”
Just as overheated and sweaty as I was, Bridget soon left to go home and take a cool shower. Snowball curled up next to me and the other cats on the couch. And after leaping up onto a side table and
The kittens and the mama cat proved to be very well behaved, all falling asleep almost immediately. The puppy, however, was an entirely different story. Wanting me to chase him I guessed, he kept nipping at my pant leg and then taking off down the trail, whining when I didn’t follow at a run. Then, seemingly frustrated by my slow pace, he took to gnawing at tree stumps and even large rocks while he waited for me to catch up. Several times, I told him he was a rascal, and by the time we reached the mansion, the kittens and cat still asleep, the puppy still biting at anything and everything, and me sweating buckets, that had become his name. Rascal .
Not really knowing yet where else to put them, I took all the animals into the formal living room, since it was the nearest distance from the front door.
Exhausted, I set the mama cat on a tan leather sofa with her just-waking kittens beside her, then sat down next to the whole bunch, eyeing Rascal. “Now, you be good. Just let me rest and enjoy the air conditioning for a second.”
Not a chance. After a few loud, happy yips, he sank his teeth into a small throw pillow that had fallen off the couch and began shaking his head back and forth wildly.
“Rascal! Put that down! No biting things!”
A gasp alerted me to Jeannie’s presence. She stood in the doorway, eyes wide. Sighing, I found I was suddenly too tired to even get up to do my explaining. From a slump on the couch would have to do.
“They’re homeless, Jeannie, and I had to rescue them.”
“Well, couldn’t you have left them outside?”
“No. The rule of thumb is that if humans are hot outside, animals are, too. Besides, they’ll need baths. Oh, and before I forget, could someone please go down to the store and get some cat and dog food, litter boxes and litter, a dog brush, and some flea collars and shampoo? And not to be a complete Veronica with all my requests, but could you please bring me some water when you can? Oh, and some for all these guys, too. Oh, and also, could you please not tell Trevor about this? I’ll tell him myself, but first, I just want to get everyone all cleaned up and figure out where to put everyone.”
Jeannie went to get my water, and Rascal finally dropped the pillow, which now had holes in it, and began happily gnawing on the toe of my tennis shoe.
I looked down at him, exasperated. “Oh, Rascal, what is wrong with you?”
Taking a break from his chewing, he looked up at me with his big brown eyes, panting, melting my heart. At that moment, I didn’t even care what was wrong with him. He could gnaw my shoes to shreds, and as if reading my mind, he soon went back to that task.
When Jeannie brought me two tall glasses of ice water, I drained them both in only a minute or two. Rascal finally left my shoes alone to drink from a bowl. Jeannie had just left to make a store run in Gerald’s car when Bridget came into the formal living room, saying Jeannie had let her in.
She was cradling an all-white, though exceptionally dirty, cat, and when she reached the couch, she held it out to me. “Got one more, and this one is a total lover. I’ve been noticing her a lot when I go out there to feed them. She’ll wind around your legs and purr like nobody’s business.”
Right on cue, the cat meowed and then began purring so loudly I could hear her from a few feet away.
Bridget smiled. “See? And I hope you don’t mind, but I kind of already named this one. I was calling her Snowball all the way home, because I think she could be white as a snowball once she has a bath.”
I smiled back. “Perfect.”
Just as overheated and sweaty as I was, Bridget soon left to go home and take a cool shower. Snowball curled up next to me and the other cats on the couch. And after leaping up onto a side table and
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