The Great Disapurrance: BBW Shapeshifter Surprise Pregnancy Romance (Chicago Catastrophe) by Anya Nowlan, Rory Dale Page B

the locations he had followed Holland’s men to. It was the best he could do to keep himself busy and keep his mind off of her. It was already growing dark outside when she emerged from his bedroom, hair wild and rubbing her eyes.
    “Hey,” she muttered groggily as she plunked down on the seat opposite him.
    Arlen’s plan to keep his eyes off of her immediately flew out the window. Having her so close, feeling the warmth of her body and smelling her delicious scent was already enough to drive him crazy, so why deny himself the pleasure of looking at her beautiful face?
    “Sleep well?” he asked neutrally, tucking his computer away.
    “Like a baby. I was always too anxious at Holland’s place to get a good night’s sleep. I feel a lot better now,” she replied, stretching.
    It sounded good to know that she felt at ease with him in the other room. Better than he would have liked to admit.
    Arlen’s gaze followed her movements, snaking around her ample curves, imagining how soft her skin would feel under his touch. Not that he would ever find out. His tiger growled, dissatisfied. “What was that?” Sienna asked, picking up on the sound emanating from deep within his chest.
    “Just my stomach rumbling. You hungry? I know a great Thai place that delivers,” he replied smoothly.
    “Some food would be great, thanks,” she replied, giving him a small smile.
    Crisis averted, he thought, cursing his lack of self-control around her.
    She was like catnip and he was one hell of a large feline.
    Arlen made the call, ordering a selection of his favorite dishes while Sienna settled in on the couch, channel surfing. He kept stealing glances at her while waiting for the food to arrive.
    Sienna caught him doing so one time, her heart rate elevating as she did. He could feel the slight treble of her heart, his keen senses picking up on it. It only went to show how focused he was on her. But he couldn’t tell if it was because his attention scared her, or because it excited her.
    Not that it matters, he reminded himself once again.
    It took the delivery guy only about a half an hour to arrive. Arlen paid him by leaving money in an envelope outside the door, with a note instructing him to leave the boxes there as well. He waited until the delivery guy left, standing next to the door with a gun drawn, though he kept it discreet to not freak out Sienna.
    After he was sure the delivery guy was gone, he opened the door and then took the boxes into the kitchen, setting them down on the table. He couldn’t take any chances. The fewer people who knew he was there, the better.
    Changing safehouses could be a real bitch.
    “That smells amazing,” Sienna commented, joining him.
    He could feel her eyes follow him as he got out the plates and silverware. She kept her gaze on him even when he turned around with the silverware and sat down, facing her.
    Her pulse quickened once again as he stared back, unable to tear his attention away from her. She was a curious thing and Arlen couldn’t help but think that there was a lot more under that moxie and spirit he’d already seen. He wanted to unravel her, in more ways than one.
    Sienna broke the tense silence between them.
    “I’m starving, let’s dig in,” she said cheerily.
    Arlen was pretty sure there was a slight flush to her cheeks. He took no small joy in it.
    They both plated a huge stack of food and ate in silence, looking everywhere but at each other.
    “That was the best meal I’ve had in a while,” Sienna commented, putting her cutlery down on an empty plate when they were both done. “Now all that’s missing is a nice, stiff drink to round it all out.”
    That was unexpected, but welcome.
    A girl after my own heart.
    “I’ve got just the thing,” Arlen grinned, pushing back his chair and walking to one of the cabinets.
    It wouldn’t hurt to take off the edge a little. It might even make keeping his distance more tolerable. He pulled out a bottle of Jose Cuervo, holding