five minutes or so, and then was back wearing a smile.
âSorry about that.â
âAnything wrong?â
âNot at all. Itâs just that . . . I wanted to get in one or two more sights today, but thereâs somewhere I need to go after this.â
âOh.â Disappointment stabbed her, unexpected and unwelcome. âThatâs okay, we can do more another day. I can just take a cab and you can go from here.â
âYou misunderstand. I want you to go with me. In fact, I need you there, because my errand involves you.â
She stared at him in confusion. âReally?â Happiness bloomed again. âDo I get to know what weâre doing?â
âNope. Itâs a surprise.â
âIâm not good with surprises. Iâm too nosy.â
âWell, then, youâll learn.â
He wouldnât budge on giving her even a tiny hint, and that ate at her for the rest of their meal. When they were finished, Anna picked up the check this time, ignoring his objections. They hailed a cab, and Gray gave the driver an address a few blocks from their apartment building.
It turned out to be another apartment, not quite as nice as hers and Grayâs. He ushered her up a set of steps and knocked on the door, waiting. She was completely mystified as to what they could possibly be doing here, and a sliver of trepidation snaked down her spine. It fled, though, when an attractive middle-aged woman opened the door with a big smile.
âYou must be Gray?â
âYes, maâam. I spoke to you on the phone about your ad.â
Ad? The woman led them inside, and Anna glanced around, waiting for an explanation. It wasnât long in coming.
âCome back this way,â the woman said. âIâm afraid thereâs only one left, but heâs a cutie. Had his first shots and worming, and heâs litter-trained already.â
âWeâll have a look,â Gray replied.
What on earth? He couldnât be up to what she was thinking . . .
In the small kitchen, the woman bent over a cardboard box, reached inside, and came up with a tiny fuzz ball of a kitten. âThis is him. Six weeks old and ready for someone to love him. Want to hold him?â she asked Anna.
Instinctively, she reached for the kitten, gathered his delicate body in her hands. He peered up at her with big green eyes and let out a squeakâand she fell instantly in love. âOh my God,â she breathed. âWhat a precious baby.â
He was, too. His fur was charcoal gray from nose to tail, with not a speck of other color in between. A fluffy little face gazed at her in what could only be described as mutual adoration, and she knew she was sunk.
âGray, I canât take care of a kitten.â The statement didnât carry much conviction.
âTell that to him,â he said, pointing to the cat. From his smirk, he was obviously pleased with himself.
âI donât know the first thing about pets.â
âItâs not that hard. Food, water, a clean bed, and love.â He shrugged. âThatâs all.â
âIâm gone for hours sometimes.â
âSo you wonât work as many late hours, knowing youâve got someone waiting for your attention.â
She shot him a look that was supposed to be a glare, but didnât quite make it. âIâm thinking there was an ulterior motive in there.â
âSo? Itâs working, isnât it?â
Yes, it was. Now that she was holding her very own kitten against her chest, there was no way she was leaving without him. She could swear theyâd already imprinted on each other.
âWhat do you think? Do you want him?â the woman prodded.
âYes,â she heard herself say. âIâll take him. How much?â
âJust the cost of the shots, plus kitten food you can take with you. Babies are cute, but Iâm not letting my cat have any more of