Her Guys [Blessed 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Dakota Dawn

to eat it up. I’ll give you a few bites, but not many. I don’t want you to get sick. What do you think about that?”
    The little dog barked excitedly.
    A gravelly laugh came from his throat as he petted the dog some more. “One day soon she will be ours. She’s too loyal to me to fall for either of those men. She just let them touch her tonight because she’s not a rude person. No, she’s not. Besides, I’m more handsome, don’t you think?”
    The dog barked again and was rewarded with a doggie biscuit.
    A loud ring had the man growling. “Hello,” he said sharply.
    “We need you to come to work. The party will arrive in one hour,” his boss stated.
    He scowled. “I’ll be there.” If the money wasn’t so good, he wouldn’t go, but taking care of a woman wasn’t going to be free.
    He looked through the windows of the pub. Flower was helping a waitress clean up a large table. He’d planned on following her home. Women needed men to make them feel safe. Soon he’d have to stir things up so she could see how much she needed him. With a disgruntled sigh, he started the engine and drove away. The only thing that kept him going was the knowledge that she’d soon be his.
     
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    Katarina looked around her apartment parking lot nervously. What was wrong with her? Getting out of her car, she hurried to her door. Living alone for the first time in her life must be making her mind go wild. She briefly wondered how long it would take for her to feel comfortable on her own.
    A noise behind her had her spinning around. She blew out a breath of relief and waved when she spotted her four-foot-ten-inch-tall, unibrowed neighbor from across the street. The lady was sweet, but she liked to talk a little too much. Mostly about her turtle, Sam. She was tired and sent out a prayer of thanks when the woman just waved back and entered her apartment.
    A scream deep in the complex had her dropping her keys. Her heart tried valiantly to pound its way out of her chest. She reached down to retrieve her keys, never stopping the scanning motion of her eyes. A squeal escaped her throat when she touched something soft and warm. Fuck!
    Looking down, she saw a fluffy white cat. It bumped its head against her hand and purred. Relief washed over her. As she petted the cat, she heard an angry shout. “You stupid motherfucker. You scare my girl again and you’ll be the one peeing your pants.”
    “Well, now we know why that woman screamed. I wasn’t really scared. How about you?” she asked the cat. The cat purred, and she felt a crazy sense of peace envelope her. “Who do you belong to?”
    Mesmerizing blue eyes stared into hers. The pretty Persian kitty didn’t have a collar. Was it homeless? It wasn’t dirty, but it was a little lean. It probably belonged to a neighbor.
    She grabbed her keys and petted the cat one more time. As she unlocked the door, the cat brushed against her leg and meowed pitifully. Looking down into its eyes, she gasped when she thought she saw stars appear in the dark pupils of its blue eyes. For a second she wondered if it was magical, and then she quickly pushed the thought aside. So far she’d never met another magical being. They seemed to be few in number. The cat rubbed its head against her leg and looked up at her with big, begging eyes. Minus the stars.
    She pushed her door open and the white fur ball waltzed in like it owned the place. A peek around the complex proved that no one was rushing over to get the cat. After closing and locking the door behind her, she smiled when the cat jumped on the couch and circled a few times then settled down to take a nap. A pet could be just the thing she needed. She’d ask around later to make sure no one was looking for the pretty kitty.

Chapter Six
     
    Katarina watched through her window as Branda walked into the pub with Rain by her side. Was Rain in business with her? She looked at the baby Rain had riding on her hip. No doubt about who his