MAILAH WOKE to whiskers in her face and a rhythmic purring that sounded like a small motor running directly against her cheek.
"Good morning to you too," she muttered, gently pushing the cat away.
The creature—she really needed to ask what Mrs. Baker had named it—merely blinked at her with amber eyes that held far too much judgment for something that had spent half the night licking its own behind.
Sunlight streamed through the windows, painting everything in shades of gold and honey.
For a moment, Mailah lay still, letting the events of last night wash over her.
Lucien appearing at her window with tea. Grayson's barely controlled restraint. The kiss that had left her dizzy and wanting. And of course, the cat that had appointed itself moral guardian of the estate.
Her lips curved into a smile despite herself. Her life had become absolutely ridiculous.
The cat meowed—loudly, insistently—and pawed at her shoulder.
