His Lucky Green Eyes: Thanks for all the amazing reviews.
I forgot I still own nothing.
chpt 8
The cat follows us up and sits on the top of the stairs, watching as I enter the room.
Satisfied I probably wasn't going anywhere, it left.
Wait, did I just say that about a cat?
I need sleep.
Not bothering to unpack, I make my way to the bathroom.
Switching on the shower, I strip down and hear the unmistakable sound of a purr. But it's not a cat, it's the Porsche.
Walking towards my window, I see its tail lights disappear into the distance in a cloud of smoke.
My eyes catch something else.
I rub them, knowing I am probably seeing things.
Nope, it's really there.
Sat in the yard is a large feline, twice the size of the one that accosted me.
I blink again and it's gone.
I seriously need sleep, but I'm on stage in ten minutes.
Carlisle practically begged me to play for him, he said they would be packed out.
So I shower quickly, dress in my black T, smart vest and black jeans and head down to the bar.
What I don't expect when I arrive is a full house of people chatting and drinking.
Where the hell did they come from?
I hadn't heard any other cars...
