.” “How did you guess?” “I figure that you, like me, hope we’ll be able to appease this cat and go back to what we were doing. Is there an open can of his food in there? I couldn’t find one.” “There isn’t, but that could be even better. If you get a new can from the pantry and open it for him, that might be the gesture that makes you a friend for life.” “Perfect.” “A clean bowl is in the cupboard over the sink and spoons are in the drawer to the left. He’s watching you like a hawk.” “Think I’ll be his new best friend?” “It’s worth a shot. Give him two tablespoons. He’ll eat more but I’m trying to keep him from getting fat.” Frazer located the can and hooked it up to the electric can opener while Hercules pranced around and meowed. “Does he get sleepy after his bedtime snack, I hope?” “Usually.” “Excellent.” He scooped the food into the dish and set it on the kitchen floor. “Remember who gave this to you, cat.” “He might. There's a plastic lid in the drawer next to you." "Got it." After putting the can in the fridge he walked over to her and slid an arm around her waist. “While he’s eating this food that’s supposed to work as a bonding ritual, how about you and I cuddle on the sofa?” “You just want to get your hands under this robe.” “Yeah, I do.” He backed her into the living room. “He won’t take long to eat.” “I’m not planning to unwrap another condom, if that’s what you’re thinking. I just crave some good old-fashioned foreplay.” He laid his glasses on the coffee table and coaxed her down to the sofa. “I doubt you’ll have time.” But she relaxed against the cushions because maybe Hercules wouldn’t head straight in here when he was finished. She couldn’t always predict his behavior. Frazer scooted closer and loosened the tie on her robe as he feathered a kiss over her lips. “I can start finding out how you like to be touched.” She cupped his face in both hands and gazed into blue eyes that had begun to darken. “Just like you did before is great,” she murmured. “Too vague.” He slipped his hand inside to cradle her breast. “Give me specific data.” That made her smile. “Well, I –” Then she caught a flash of orange tabby over his shoulder as her cat hopped quietly to the back of the sofa and began grooming himself. “Hercules is finished with his snack.” “How do you know?” “He’s right behind you.” “Oh, is he, now?” Frazer casually withdrew his hand and tightened the sash on her robe. “Does he look ready to rip my head off?” “No, he’s washing his face, which is a good sign if he’s relaxed enough to do that.” “What should I do? I don’t want to make any sudden moves and screw this up.” “Maybe I’ll make the move. I’ll kiss you and see if he reacts. Just stay still. Don’t do anything with your hands.” “Then don’t stick your tongue in my mouth. I can’t stay still if you do that.” “Okay, no tongue.” Leaning forward, she pressed her closed lips against his. His mouth widened into a smile and that made her smile, too. It was the weirdest kiss ever but at least Hercules didn’t start yowling. She held the pseudo kiss for the count of five and still not a peep from her cat. Drawing back, she looked into Frazer’s laughing eyes. “So far, so good.” “Reminds me of kissing games in fifth grade.” “You played kissing games?” “You bet. I was all about the kissing games, especially Spin the Bottle.” “Because you could study up on it?” “Bingo. There’s no research that can help with Pin the Tail on the Donkey. After they turn you around until you’re ready to throw up, all the mental calculations in the world won’t help you find that donkey’s ass. But simple physics will tell you where the bottle will stop.” “So there was nothing random about it when you played.” “Nope. So how’s Hercules