“I beg your pardon,” Devlin says, and I yelp, startling both cats. I didn’t even hear him approach, but suddenly he’s right behind the couch, looking down from high above like the dark, brooding god of hotness he is. “But are you reading a romance novel aloud?” My cheeks flame, and I close the book at once. “Don’t judge me.” “To your cats?” “Why is that a problem?” “It’s not a problem. Just a bit…” He grins that maddening grin. “…quirky.” “Grumpy and Sunshine love romance novels. Why do you think I named them Grumpy and Sunshine?”
