The Magical Christmas Cat_[AN] by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0015DROPA
Publisher: Berkley
Published: 2008-10-07T00:00:00+00:00

Ruby was jerked out of the dream with a scream. Her own scream, one that died quickly, caught in her throat. Good heavens, she’d never had a nightmare like that one! She’d been watching and participating at the same time, she’d been terrified as if she’d been the one sprawled on cold stone, sacrificed to a dark monster. Lying in bed, Ruby rubbed a hand up and down her arm. She still felt chills, as if her blood ran icy cold. What had she eaten at the party to bring on such a nightmare?

She glanced at the clock. Not quite 2:00 a.m. She had two more hours before her alarm went off but wasn’t sure that she could sleep after that vivid dream. Great. What a way to start the week!

It was dark in her bedroom, the only illumination coming from the bedside digital clock and a decorative porcelain night-light on the other side of the room. What little light she had was enough to draw her eyes to the object that sat on her bedside table, an object that should not be there. The cat figurine, the one she had allowed the professor to borrow, stared at her.

Ruby muttered a curse as she sat up slowly, blinking hard, wondering if this was still a dream. She’d seen Benedict walk away from her house with the figurine in his hand. How had it gotten here? She reached out slowly and touched the pale green cat. Strangely enough, it felt warm. Alive. She drew her hand back. That nightmare had certainly revved up her imagination.

The damn cat had not been on her bedside table—had not been in the house—when she’d gone to sleep. It was here now, and that was fact, not the product of a bad dream. She shook herself into full awareness, throwing off the last of her dream along with the blanket that covered her and kept her warm. Had Zane Benedict broken into her house and placed the statuette there? What other explanation was there? She threw her legs over the side of the bed. Was this supposed to be some kind of sick joke?

No, this wasn’t funny, it was creepy as hell. Studly or not, she did not want men she barely knew—or even men she knew well—creeping into her bedroom at night to leave signs of their visit. Ruby grabbed her bathrobe and stuck her feet into warm, fuzzy slippers. She snatched up the green cat and headed for the front door.

She stopped in the hallway between her bedroom and the living room, her step stuttering. What was she thinking? Her first instinct was to run across the street and confront Benedict with the evidence, but maybe that was just what he wanted. Maybe he was waiting for her by his front door—or in the darkness somewhere between her door and his. Two in the morning. Holland Court slept. There would be no one to see her, and no one to hear, if anything went wrong.

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