The sleek grey cat landed with a thud on Genevieve’s desk, causing Grant to jump several inches out of his seat, and for the first time since he’d arrived, Genevieve smiled.
Collecting himself, Grant said, “Well, you have a cat anyway.”
“And she isn’t always happy to see me. Are you?” she asked as the cat bent its neck appreciatively under Genevieve’s long finger nails.
“My understanding is cats more or less tolerate rather than love,” said Grant.
The cat turned her head in his direction and narrowed her brilliant blue eyes.
“You sound as if you’ve never owned a cat,” Genevieve remarked.
Grant felt the need to tread more carefully than ever. Now that Genevieve seemed more relaxed, he didn’t want to set her back up again. Insulting her cat might do just that. Tentatively, he reached a hand toward the animal.
The cat let out a low warning growl.
“Emi!” Genevieve scolded, and the cat leapt from the desk to the floor.
“Sorry,” Grant said to the feline as she strolled past his chair. She flicked one ear in his direction but otherwise showed no acknowledgement of him. Like owner, like pet.
Emi stopped in front of the closed office door and sat.
“Oh, she wants out. Do you mind?” Genevieve asked.
Grant most certainly did mind; he didn’t want to get close to the creature again. But he said, “Of course not,” and rose to do as requested.
The cat did not strike, merely exited with tail and head high. Grant eased the door shut again behind her.
“She’s probably just upset I mentioned getting a dog,” Genevieve said, and Grant paused, unsure whether she was joking.
“Well, you know how, uh, cats . . . Have you eaten?” Grant asked abruptly. “Not to change the subject, but . . .”
“But you did change the subject,” said Genevieve. “My cook will have put something in the fridge for me to heat up. But thank you.”
Sensing a softening, Grant pressed a little harder. “You won’t want that. It will keep until tomorrow at least,” he added quickly, not wanting to insult her cook any more than her cat. “And I’m sure you wouldn’t send me on that long drive with an empty stomach.” He gave her his trademark smile, the one that had won him the romantic lead in two comedies in just sixteen months, though he was dying to do a drama.
Genevieve tilted her head as if contemplating. Taking his measure. Then she took a deep breath and gave what Grant perceived to be a resigned nod. It was all he could do not to whoop and pump his fist in victory.
Instead, he merely stretched his smile a little further. “Brilliant,” he said. “I know just the place.”
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