Fall with Me (Playing for Keeps, #4)

by Becka Mack

He’s probably waiting on his back by the front door. He likes to do that, pudgy belly out, paws up. He pretends he’s dead when I’ve left him alone too long. Dramatic as fuck, just the way I like him.

“I don’t need to meet someone. I already have eight friends. I’m at capacity. In fact, I could probably do with ditching a few of you.”

“How are your balls?” Rosie asks, offering me a deep-fried pickle from her plate. “Thank you for asking. Nobody ever does.”

“Hear that, little marshmallow? We’re gonna be best friends!” “No!” Jaxon shouts. “Mittens is my best friend!” “We’ll see about that,” I whisper, letting him boop his head against mine. “I can fucking hear you!” “Well, stop eavesdropping!”

Came for the cat, stayed for the roommates to lovers storyline.