Cattitude by Edie Ramer

Author:Edie Ramer
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Tags: romance, suspense, paranormal romance, fantasy, paranormal, cat, shifter, humor and romance, mystery cat story, cat woman, shifter cat people

CHAPTER 24

“Hey, your problems are solved.” Ted slid a beer across the gleaming bar top to Max.

Max scowled at Ted. The last time he’d been at the downtown Milwaukee bar where Ted worked, he hadn’t been able to get a seat, but that was a Saturday night. This was Monday night and only a half dozen other customers hung around. At the end of the bar, a blond and a brunette talked in low voices. Three barstools to Max’s right, a middle-aged man stared into his vodka and tonic.

“I didn’t like him,” Max said.

“You feel responsible for her.” Ted grinned. “Like a father. Fathers never like their daughters’ boyfriends.”

Max’s scowl deepened. Any father who felt like this about his daughter should be shot. That was part of the problem. Hell, it was the problem. He should be glad Phil wanted to take responsibility for Sorcha. He was leaving soon, after all. Someone had to be there for her.

But not Phil. Not with Sorcha’s instant aversion to him.

“Remember how you acted when Tory went out with that guy in her senior year—what was his name?” Ted asked. “Craig, Greg, something like that?”

“The punk with the nose ring and the tattoos?”

“You judged him on his outside. He was a cool guy. The nose ring and tats were the outer manifestations of his inner turbulence.”

“Why don’t you come a little closer?” Max asked. “I’d like to show you some turbulence.”

Ted laughed. So did the guy with the vodka.

“You two brothers?” he asked. “My brother and I used to talk that way. ‘Course, he’s dead now.” He sniffed and looked down at his drink again.

Ted’s lips quirked, laughter sparking in his eyes. Max gave Ted the glare he’d been using to quell him for the last twenty years.

“Sorry about your brother,” Max said, and turned back to Ted. “He’s a phony. He was drooling over Tory, for Christ’s sake.”

“Well, yeah, he was going out with her.”

“Not the punk from high school.” Max gritted his teeth. “Phil what’s-his-name. Sorcha’s supposed fiancé.”

Ted wiped a wet ring off the bar top. “A man can be taken but still look.”

“I look,” the guy with the vodka said. “I look a lot.”

“Jesus,” Max said under his breath.

One of the women called to Ted for a refill. Ted grabbed a bottle of Zinfandel and stepped down, his leer telling Max they were good looking.

“I think you like her.” Vodka guy nodded like he was Isaac Newton discovering gravity. “I think you like her a lot.”

Max glanced at him. Vodka guy grinned crookedly, his moroseness melted away. Max gulped down his beer from the bottle, finishing it. Time to leave when drunks could tell he had a hard-on for Sorcha like a teenage boy.

She was arrogant and lazy, qualities he’d never admired in a woman or a man. Okay, she also searched hours every day for his cat and made him laugh. That he admired. She didn’t give a damn what anyone thought of her—and she didn’t cling. As vodka guy would say, he liked that a lot.

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