Find Me Under the Stars: Hockey Romance by Pru Schuyler

Author:Pru Schuyler [Schuyler, Pru]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Pru Schuyler
Published: 2024-03-23T00:00:00+00:00

15

Reed

“Why are you FaceTiming me right now? It is five thirty in the damn morning,” JD groans and blinks rapidly, focusing his sleepy eyes.

My heart is beating so fast that I’m scared Hatty will hear it and run away.

Whispering with the softest tone I can manage, I say, “Look.”

Moving my phone over slightly, I show Jensen what I woke up to this morning. Cute little Hatty is curled up on the pillow next to mine, sound asleep.

“Reed?” Jensen grunts. “I’m going to kill you.”

An uncontrollable chuckle leaves me, and I freeze, gauging if Hatty will wake up, but after a moment passes and he remains sound asleep, I suck in a slow breath.

“He’s never done this before. He usually sleeps on the couch in the living room. Bro, he’s actually starting to like me!” I practically squeal at the phone. “I’ll admit, part of me was getting nervous that maybe he never would.”

This time, it’s JD who laughs. “You are ridiculous. But I’m happy your cat is finally liking you. Someone has to, right?”

This fucker.

“Low blow,” I warn with a slightly playful tone.

He chuckles, then yawns and says, “Want to grab some breakfast? Might as well get the fuck up since I’m not going to be able to get back into the perfectly blissful REM sleep I was getting.” His tone sharpens at the end, and I smile.

“Yeah, I’m down. Give me a little bit though. I’m going to see if Hatty will let me pet him. You want me to pick you up in, like, an hour?” I offer.

“Yeah, that works. Gives me time to shower and shit.”

“All right. I’ll let you know when I’m on the way,” I say.

“All right, see ya then,” he mumbles before ending the call, and part of me wonders if he is actually going to get up or go back to sleep.

Setting my phone down quietly on my nightstand, I gently roll over and face Hatty. The second I stop moving, his eyelids flutter and open.

He stares at me as if I just caught him with his hand in the cookie jar, and I restrain the urge to laugh. It’s like his plan was to sneak out before I woke up, and he didn’t want to make a big deal out of it.

“Good morning, Hatty,” I whisper to him.

He studies me, seemingly unsure of what to do next.

Very slowly, I stretch my hand out and stop a few inches from his face. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t shy away. Neither of us moves; we just stare at each other. Then, for a brief moment, like the briefest of brief moments, he lifts his nose and sniffs my hand.

YES! That’s a fucking success in my book. I am going to make this cat love me if it’s the last thing I do.

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