Gem Stone lives in England with the man of her dreams and her two children. She spends her spare time reading, writing, blogging, and talking to her pets. She is a firm believer that surprises make life worth living, you can’t pick who you fall in love with, and everyone deserves a happy ending.
Excerpt from West Running Wild (West Series, Book 1)
When Marcus headed to bed that night, he wasn’t surprised to see the dog in the middle of his bed again. He was, however, shocked to see a cat curled up next to the dog.
“What the hell?” He stared at them, feeling that nervous tic develop in his eye. “I thought dogs were supposed to chase cats?”
As if to rub his face in the situation the cat gave a lazy stretch and snuggled closer to the dog, resting its head on the dog’s shoulder.
“Typical,” he grumbled crawling into his spot on the bed, which had become even smaller than yesterday. Something had to be done about these sleeping arrangements.
He climbed out of bed the next morning and cracked his stiff back before stumbling to the bathroom. By night time the dog would be shut outside if he had anything to do with it.
The tiled wall above the toilet was cold on his arm as he leant against it while relieving himself. A splash on his leg had him glancing down. “You have got to be kidding me!”
Peeping over the edge of the toilet was the black and white cat, and it appeared to be playing with the stream of urine.
An evil thought popped into his head. He looked from the toilet to the cat. Not allowing time to change his mind he moved and peed again, aiming straight at the cat’s head.
“Bulls-eye,” he laughed as the cat ran from the bathroom. As he stepped into the shower, he felt much better about the day ahead.
His mood was so improved; he even whistled a tune as he entered the kitchen half an hour later.
“Good morning.” He smiled at Cathy. Then he froze in horror.
Cathy sat at the table eating toast and reading a newspaper while absently stroking a cat.
She took a bite then, putting the toast down, reached to the seat on her right and petted the cat, before taking another bite of toast.
The black and white cat purred loudly, clearly loving the attention. Cathy took three more bites of toast then continued to stroke the cat before noticing Marcus hadn’t moved from the doorway.
She frowned at him then glanced around the room. “What’s wrong with you?”
He opened and closed his mouth a few times before anything came out. The ticking of the clock on the wall echoed in his head telling him he couldn’t stay quiet forever. “Did you know that cat likes to go in the bathroom?” he eventually asked, feeling rather sick. Beads of sweat develop on his forehead as she took another bite of toast before replying.
“Yes, he has a fascination with water.”
Markus wiped the back of his hand over his brow. “It wouldn’t leave me alone while I tried to pee.”
Cathy frowned at him then glanced at the cat. Her eyes widened, and she sucked in a gasp of air. Ever so slowly, she leant forward and sniffed. The chair clattered to the floor as she shot from her seat.
Marcus glared at the cat while listening to her retching in the bathroom. “That’s your fault,” he said before pouring a coffee.
Five minutes later Cathy re-entered the room. She stood stiffly in the doorway, her hands clenched at her sides. “You peed on the cat.”
“He got in the way,” Marcus replied with an air of innocence.
“You peed on the cat!” she repeated, louder.
“Well, he shouldn’t have been playing in the bathroom,” Marcus replied calmly.
Cathy took a few deep breaths when she’d seemed to calm herself she gave him a sweet smile which actually appeared somewhat of scary.
“Today we feed the snake, and then you have the pleasure of bathing the cat,” she informed him before whirling on her heel and exiting the kitchen.