Sherrilyn Kenyon - Dark Side of the Moon by Sherrilyn Kenyon Read Free Book Online

been in on this. No wonder Angie had insisted that she take the cat home in spite of her allergies. Now it all made sense. Jimmy’s insanity, Leo insisting that she check into the Catman story. Angie’s fake acting—nobody was
that
bad an actor.
    Not to mention the fact that she was no longer sneezing…
    Yeah, they were all playing some kind of prank on her. She was positive. And damn them for it. Like she didn’t have anything better to do with her life.
Well, you don’t
. Narrowing her eyes, she chose to ignore that irritating little voice in the back of her mind.
    There for a second, they’d almost had her going.
    Well, fine, two could play this game and she could play it a whole lot better than all of them combined.
    Disgusted at herself for even buying into it for a second, Susan grabbed the cell phone from her pocket and called Angie’s number.
    There was no answer.
    “Come on, babe. Pick up the phone.” She called again, only to have it roll over to the voice mail. Deciding to continue her friend’s game, she added a tremor of panic into her voice. “Hey, Ang. It’s me. Give me a call, okay? I
really
need to ask you about this cat you gave me. Something really weird has happened. Give me a call as soon as you get this. Talk to you later.”
    Susan tucked the phone back into her pocket and glanced at the unconscious hottie as another thought went through her head…
    I’m sure Catman Moron found some bimbo to shack up with and shag for the day, but dammit all. Couldn’t he have called and told me that?
    That would be Round Two. The girl, Dark Angel, and her blog. Leo probably had her in on this, too. Then again, Leo could very well be Dark Angel for all she knew. Anyone with an Internet connection could set up a blog page.
    After all, there couldn’t be more than one Catman in Seattle.
I mean, really, what were the odds of there being one, never mind a whole tribe of them. Right
?
    So it was time to tackle that leg of the hoax. Grabbing the pink throw from her couch and tossing it over her unwelcome guest, she took her laptop off the coffee table and opened it up. It didn’t take her long to boot it up and find the blog again. She quickly located the e-mail link for Dark Angel. Susan clicked on it, then sat there staring at the blank e-mail screen.
    How should she even begin?
    Might as well be blunt. She honestly didn’t know any other way to live her life or write.

    Dear Dark Angel,
    I’ve found your missing Catman in a local animal shelter. He’s currently passed out on my floor. Please respond soon and let me know what you want me to do with him as I am highly allergic and I don’t have time to housebreak him.
    Thanks,
    Susan

    Okay, so it read like she was on some serious medication. But what the hell? If this was real, she’d probably start needing some.
    She reread the post about Dark Angel losing her boss last night. Glancing over to the man on her floor, Susan gave a wicked smile. “Well, if I lost something like you, I’d certainly want him back.”
    Okeydokie
, she thought as she sent the e-mail off. Now it was time for her to see about securing the Catman of Seattle until she heard from either Dark Angel or Angie. Hmmm… here’s where being a rock climber would have come in handy, or even a serial killer. Any kind of hobby that would’ve allowed her to have had some kind of rope on hand. But she didn’t.
    As she searched the room for something to use, her gaze fell to the collar that she’d pulled off the cat. Frowning, she went over to it and picked it up. It was the strangest thing she’d ever seen. The material felt like both metal and cloth. Truly, it was odd. And unfortunately, it was too small to use on the guy.
    You do have some bungee cords in the closet
… .
    Would they work?
    All she could do was see.
    As she headed for the closet, she heard the ping from her computer, telling her that mail had arrived. Her cords forgotten, she went over to it and paused as she saw an