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...