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Garrett flicked the switch for the overhead light in his office, bending over as he did so he wouldn’t miss the cat zipping by. His gaze swept the space in front of him, to the left, then the right. Beige carpet, the leg of a cherry desk, several crumbs from yesterday’s cookies baked as a thank-you by Mrs. Crane and…one woman’s naked foot.

He stood there for a second, blinking. One woman’s naked foot.

His gaze traveled up. A naked foot, attached to a naked leg. Garrett jerked upright and found himself looking at a twenty-ish blonde who filled out a lab coat—his lab coat—in ways that should be illegal.

His jaw dropped open. Not a word came out.

She, however, didn’t seem so surprised to see him. She smiled, a soft look that took over her face and reached into her gray-green eyes. A strange feeling of connection zipped through Garrett, which was odd, because he knew he’d never met her before. And yet, he felt as if he should know her.

“I’m so pleased to meet you, Dr.—” her gaze flicked to his desk, then back. She sounded slightly out of breath, which caused a weird hitch in Garrett’s own breathing. “Dr. McAllister. I’ve been anxious to talk to you.”

“What are you doing in my office? Wearing my lab coat?”

“I told you. I wanted to talk to you.”

He could barely get his mind around any of this. “What? Why?”

If she had on any clothes at all, they were very short and hidden by the knee-length white jacket. Either way, he couldn’t focus on anything but the creamy length of her legs and the way the oversized jacket dipped in front, giving him a too-brief peek at the rounded pale curves of her breasts.

“I, umm…I wanted to talk to you about ah…a…job.” She gave a quick, firm nod.

He quirked an eyebrow. “A job?”

“As your…assistant. You know, helping with the animals.” The smile again, secure, confident.

Had he been in some kind of fugue state yesterday and forgotten he’d hired her?

No, impossible. He’d never forget hiring a woman like her. Besides, people didn’t exactly clamor to work for him. His last two assistants had said he lacked any kind of people skills before they’d slammed the door and left for good. Not to mention that most of his annual budget was poured into keeping the shelter up and running.

Although he needed the help, he preferred to work alone. Dealing with people was a hell of a lot harder than dealing with animals. People asked questions. People stared. People, he’d found, could disappoint you and let you down when you needed them most.

He’d already been down that road one painful time too many.

“I don’t have an opening for an assistant right now.” Another glimpse of her legs, then his gaze traveled up to her lean, heart-shaped face and deep gray-green eyes. “At least, I don’t think I do.”

A slow smile spread across her face like peanut butter on toast. Her gaze locked on his, and she took a step forward. “A busy vet can always use more help, I’m sure.”

He gestured at her, a hundred questions in the movement of his hands. “How did you get in here?”

“That’s rather a long story,” she said.

He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the doorjamb. “I have time.”

“Well…” Her voice trailed off. She bit her lip and took a step back, settling on the corner of his desk. When she sat, the lab coat rode up, exposing more of her thighs.

His heart rate leapt to five times the normal rate. Garrett swallowed and forced his jaw to stay in place this time. Maybe this was one of those reality show pranks where someone had set him up with a gorgeous woman pretending she wanted a job.

“I…” she glanced around the room again, then back at him. “I was here late yesterday to talk to you about a job, but you’d already left. Your receptionist said I could find you here early in the morning. I got ah, turned around when I went to leave and accidentally got locked in.”

“It’s a small building. Not exactly full of halls and wrong turns.”

“I was nervous.”

She looked like the kind of woman who never got flustered. Her story had more holes than a cheap pair of socks. And yet, he sensed a vulnerability about her, as if she wasn’t used to asking for help or relying on others. Much like himself, he realized. And for some odd reason, that made him want to help her.

He needed more sleep. Clearly, he wasn’t thinking straight.

“I didn’t see you when I came back late last night,” he said.

“I fell asleep in your chair. When I’m asleep, the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade could come by and I’d never hear a thing.”

“Must be nice to sleep that deeply,” he said quietly, then drew himself up. He wasn’t here to confess his insomnia problems to a stranger, especially one without any clothes on.

The way the coat drifted over her and peaked above her breasts, he suspected she was nude. Completely nude.

Oh boy, was he going to have a lot of fantasies running through his head over this one. He’d never look at that coat the same way again. “Do you, ah, always dress like this for a job interview?”

“I…I spilled some coffee on my clothes last night and washed them out in the sink. I slipped on this to wear until they dried. I didn’t expect you to be here so early. I hope you don’t mind.” She crossed one leg over the other, which only served to hitch the coat up farther.

He gulped. “Uh…no.”

She smiled again. “Good.”

“Did it hit your shoes, too?”

“Shoes?”

He looked pointedly at her bare feet.

“Oh, ah, yeah. Coffee all over them.”

“Must have been a hell of a big mug.”

She nodded quickly. Too quickly. “Huge.”

He should send her packing. Mentally, Garrett started ticking through the inconsistencies in her tale. “Why—”

“Well, let’s get to work,” she said, interrupting him with an enthusiastic clap. “I bet the animals are starving.”

“I don’t need an assistant.”

“I find that hard to believe. There are lots of animals here. You definitely need help.”

“I can’t afford an assistant. I can barely afford me.”

“I’ll work for peanuts.”

She had an argument for his every reason not to hire her. “But—” he tried one last time, sputtering like an engine that couldn’t quite quit.

“Give me a trial run this morning and if I don’t work out, I’ll take off your lab coat and leave you alone. Sound fair?”

A mental image of her stripping off his jacket popped unbidden into Garrett’s mind. For a second, he considered firing her just to see her remove it and walk out the door.

She would never do. For one, she was too distracting. For another, she was much too pleasant to be working with him. He’d have to be nice, and that was something Garrett rarely succeeded at.

“I don’t work well with other people hovering around me,” he said.

“You won’t even know I’m here. I’ll be quiet as a cat.” She winked.

He thought of the dozens of patients that would be in and out today. The paperwork still sitting on his desk that he hadn’t gotten to in weeks. The stack of unreturned phone messages. The supplies list he needed to go over. The records he needed to finish updating. Not to mention the three dozen animals currently residing in the shelter.

And today was Miss Tanner’s annual visit with Sweet Pea. That alone was enough reason to bring in reinforcements.

He wasn’t about it to admit it, but the stranger in his office had impeccable timing.

“Okay, I’ll try you out today. But,” he held up a finger before she could say anything, “just today.”

She beamed. “Great! I love working with animals.”

“You might want to—” he gestured at her, not knowing what words to use.

“Want to what?”

“Ah, put something on beneath the coat.”

“Oh.” She blushed, and the red extended down her chest, flushing bright against the white fabric. “My clothes probably won’t be dry for hours. Any chance you have something in a size eight here?”

He thought of telling her to just go buy something, but the thought of her parading down the street in nothing more than his lab coat stopped him. “Try the storage room. Tiffany probably left a few things there.”

“Tiffany?”

“Assistant number three. She had a backup closet of clothes here in case she wanted to change.” Garrett scowled. “When she quit, she left pretty fast. And left behind part of her wardrobe.”

“Why’d she quit?”

“We had a disagreement over which kind of mammals Tiffany should be tending to.”

The woman raised her eyes.

“Tiffany had more interest in creatures with two legs than the ones with four.”

“Oh.” She paused, then her mouth opened. “Oh.”

Garrett shifted on his feet. The room seemed awfully warm. Furnace must be on the blink again.

Yeah, that was it.

“I have to get to work,” he said. He went to reach for the hook that normally held his lab coat, realized where it was, and jerked his hand back. Without a second glance at the woman or his jacket, Garrett turned on his heel and left the room.

He headed down the hall, looking for the cat that had escaped his grasp that morning but he didn’t see her anywhere. Odd how she had disappeared like that. Usually, Charlie would have tracked down any strays running around the office, but there was no sign of the sassy feline from last night.

Garrett entered the shelter and went first to the animals that needed him most. They were the abandoned and unwanted pets society forgot. Garrett found most people never gave a second thought to strays—unless they were messing up the front lawn.

That attitude was what he was fighting against in his quest to get funding for a bigger shelter. So far, he’d had no success. If things didn’t work out on Saturday, he wasn’t sure what he was going to do. His building was too small to house more than a few dogs and cats. And there were so many, more than one office could hold.

With more money, he could hire help, expand the space, make a difference. And maybe, just maybe, find a little peace. He’d spent the last three years working himself to death and that hadn’t brought him one inch of serenity. Maybe if the shelter were a success and he could save just a few more animals, Garrett could regain a little of what he’d lost in that fire.

He turned on the light, dimmed the switch to gently light the room. “Hey, Rags,” he crooned to a motley-colored dog in the first kennel. The mutt leapt to his feet, tail wagging furiously. He let out a few yips and pressed his nose to the kennel’s bars. Garrett chuckled and rubbed Rags’s nose with two fingers. “I’ll feed you in a second. Let me check on the others.”

He moved down the line, greeting each animal in turn. He’d given them all names, humanizing each a little bit. Most were as excited to see him as children at Christmas.

Except one. In the last cage, a thin white cat sat on her haunches, nose in the air, seeming to ignore him even though she was looking straight ahead. “Hi, Queenie,” he said. “You gonna look at me today?”

She raised her nose more, stood, turned three quarters of the way around, and gave him her back.

“You’re one tough cookie.” He reached forward, testing the waters. He’d never gotten very far with Queenie, a stray he’d found a week ago. She had the personality of a wolverine and clearly didn’t appreciate his gestures of kindness or his presence.

Someone must have been very cruel to her at one time. It would probably be a while before she stopped hating everything human.

When his hand was three inches from the cage, Queenie whirled around, hissing and batting at the bars.

A long while, he amended.

“Okay, we’ll try again later.” Garrett frowned. Her food bowl was still untouched. “That’s three days, Missy. You can’t go on a hunger strike.” She hissed some more. He shook his head. He couldn’t save them all.

But, Lord, how he wanted to.

He walked back to the dog kennels and started collecting food bowls, avoiding more than one eager puppy tackle as he made his way in and out of the cages.

He knew she was there without even turning around. He sensed her standing behind him, silent and watching. He stumbled with one of the bowls, spilling kibble on the floor outside a spaniel’s kennel.

She was beside him in an instant, dustpan in hand. Still wearing just the damned lab coat, too. “Let me get that for you.”

“I can do it,” he grumbled. He yanked the dustpan out of her grip and scooped up the dry dog food, dumping it into a bin.

“I’m supposed to be your assistant. Let me assist.”

He busied himself with measuring food into the other bowls, avoiding her gaze. “You could have at least gotten dressed, for God’s sake.”

“I am dressed. Besides, you didn’t tell me where the storage room was. I didn’t think you’d want me wandering around your building, poking in all the rooms.” She took the dustpan and hung it back on its hook. “The animals are probably starving. I’ll change after we feed them.”

He whirled around, careful to keep his face out of the direct light. “Why do you keep insisting on taking this job?”

“I like peanuts.” She smiled. When she spoke again, her voice was softer. “Mostly, because I love animals. I like working with them. I’ve always wanted to work in a vet’s office, but—” She shrugged, as if the ending of the sentence wasn’t important, but he got the feeling that it was quite the opposite.

Over the years, Garrett had gotten very good at telling which camp most people were in: animal lover, hater or indifferent. She was clearly in the first group. He respected that, very much. Even so, he wasn’t sure he could afford to hire her, nor did he really want someone underfoot all day.

“Face it. I’m a perfect fit for you,” she said.

“There are thousands of other veterinarians. Why do you keep bothering me?”

“Because I’m already here. And because you need an assistant more than anyone else I know.” She put her hands on her hips and the jacket rose, exposing more of her thighs.

Garrett held tight to the bowl before he scattered kibble at her feet like some pathetic gift to the goddess.

“Listen,” she began. “I’ll work for free today. Then you don’t lose anything. If it works out, great. Keep me here. If it doesn’t, I’ll be on my way. No loss, no hard feelings.”

A twinge of disappointment ran through him at the thought of her walking out the door. That was crazy. He barely knew the woman. And besides, she annoyed the heck out of him. She’d shown up at the worst possible time, disrupting his day, his schedule and making him act like a clumsy five-year-old.

He had a hundred reasons why it wouldn’t work out. Another dozen why her leaving would be best. For both of them.

But all his excuses seemed to get stuck in the back of his brain. “I don’t even know your name.”

“Catherine Wyndham.” She thrust out a hand.

He took her hand. Long fingers, skin as soft as satin, a touch as delicate as cashmere.

She hadn’t flinched when her palm met his scarred one. He’d never met anyone who could touch him without even a flicker of attention toward the marks on his skin. It was as if he were himself again, before—

He quickly let go. “Garrett McAllister.”

“Pleased to meet you, Doctor Mc—”

“If you insist on staying here, make yourself useful.” He waved at the white cat’s cage. Start the woman off with a tough assignment first and maybe she’d give up. “Try to get Queenie to eat something.” Garrett grabbed a bag of moist cat food off the shelf. “This one has extra vitamins. She’s a little thin.” He thrust the bag at her, but she was already gone, her hands inside Queenie’s cage.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. She’s…testy.”

“This cat?” Catherine smiled. “She’s sweet.” She cradled Queenie close to her chest and whispered something into the cat’s ear. Queenie shot Garrett a look of disdain, then settled into Catherine’s arms.

And started to purr.

“How the hell did you do that?”

“Do what?”

“Get her to play nice.”

Catherine shrugged. “I have a way with cats.”

“A touch of magic is more like it,” he muttered. “That cat hates me.”

“You just have to know how to talk to her.” Catherine scratched behind Queenie’s ear. The cat practically moaned.

“I know how to treat animals. I’m a vet, remember?”

“You’re also a human. That puts you in a different category from her right from the start.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Are you saying you’re not human?”

She looked away. “Can you, ah, pour the cat food for me?” Catherine hoisted the cat in her arms. “It’s a little hard to juggle both.”

“Oh yeah. Sure.” Only one of his brain cells seemed to be firing. He’d already forgotten the cat in her arms. All he’d seen for the past couple minutes were Catherine’s gray-green eyes, so wide, so observant. He’d seen eyes that color once before, but for the life of him, he couldn’t remember where.

Garrett turned back to the counter and filled a bowl with the moist food. He flaked the meaty nuggets with a fork, then pivoted to give the bowl to Catherine.

She took a step forward and reached for the dish. When she did, her hand brushed his. His remaining brain cell sputtered to a stop.

“Thanks.” Her lips curved in another smile. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had smiled at him like that.

Garrett’s heart gave a jerky lurch.

The only response he could muster up came out more like half a grunt than a word. He whirled back to the counter, measuring medicines into cups and syringes.

Concentrate on work, not on the woman standing five feet behind him and wearing his lab coat in ways that a lab coat should never be worn.

“Doctor McAllister—”

“I have to check on the other animals.” He left the room before he lost the capacity to breathe.

The woman was trouble, without a doubt. The sooner she was gone, the better.

Catherine watched the hurried, retreating figure of Garrett McAllister. So like a human. Heck, so like a male.

“Us girls should stick together, huh?” she said to the cat, placing Queenie and her food back into the cage. A final pat, then she left the feline to her meal. Something was bothering Queenie, but when Catherine had tried to read her, the cat had shut down and blocked out any attempt to communicate. Ever since the curse, she’d been able to “talk” to other animals in a silent manner. Sort of a mental telepathy that had helped her find a good place to sleep, a meal when she needed one and her way to a new temporary home. But now, as the end of the curse approached, those powers were weaker. Catherine decided to try again later. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

Catherine stood in the center of the room. Should she follow him? She was, after all, supposed to be proving herself as his assistant, which meant actually assisting. He hadn’t given her anything to do, but then again, he didn’t seem the type to ask for help.

She wrinkled up her nose, ran through twenty reasons why she should not chase after a cranky veterinarian who wanted nothing to do with her, then headed out the door and down the hall to the second set of kennels.

As she walked, she realized Garrett could be useful.

Her tracking skills had grown weaker as the years passed, her instincts less sharp, as if her feline abilities weakened as the curse’s end neared. She’d seen it when she’d tried to connect with Queenie and been blocked.

As a human, she had little. No money, no clothes, no transportation. As a cat, even less.

Finding the kittens was going to be difficult. She wanted to find them, one last rescue before she couldn’t rescue anyone anymore. She wasn’t sure what would happen when the curse ended, but she was sure many of her telepathic gifts would disappear. She had to help those orphans at least. Because if there was anything Catherine understood, it was being without a family. The trio could be anywhere by now, though chances were good they’d stick close to where she’d last seen them. Wherever that might be. She’d lost all sense of direction during the midnight car ride. They could be thirty blocks or thirty miles away.

Finding her way to the white-picket-fence life for the last few days of her human existence would be even more impossible. She’d lived in castles, in spacious mansions with rich people who never noticed her, thinking that was the life. But it wasn’t. As she got older, Catherine realized the one thing she craved was the one thing she’d never had—simplicity. What had she been thinking when she’d come up with that crazy idea? She hadn’t been thinking. She’d simply hopped a bus and headed for the Midwest, getting off just before sunset yesterday.

No plan, no idea how she was going to accomplish this. Just an overwhelming urge to taste that one bit of life left unsavored.

She hated to admit it, but she could use a helping hand. Someone who knew animals, knew the city and could help her find what she needed before the sun set on Saturday.

That someone could very well be Garrett McAllister, whether he liked it or not.

She heard his voice before she reached the room. The same soft reassuring tones he’d used on her last night. With animals, he was clearly at ease. With people—

Well, he had the personality of a grumpy grizzly.

Catherine could understand. She’d never been much of a people person herself, even less so in the two hundred years since she’d been cursed to spend her days as a drifter and her nights as a cat.

That kind of life gave a woman a whole new appreciation for other species, particularly the kind with fur. And a new vision of the humans who too often saw animals as disposable. Catherine had long ago realized the way a man treated his pets was often a good indication of how he’d treat other people.

Garrett, however, didn’t fit that theory. He was caring and tender with animals; prickly and annoyed with people. Last night, though, he’d been kind and gentle. He’d treated her well, as if he cared about what happened to her. No one had acted like that with her before, especially not when she’d been in feline form.

Perhaps he understood what it was like to be a stray, on the fringes of the ordinary, pretty, “groomed” world. He always kept his face turned slightly away from her whenever they talked, as if he didn’t want her to look at him.

In his office, he’d stayed in the shadows of the hall, and then here, in the shelter, the lights had been dimmed and Garrett had kept his back to her most of the time.

Keeping the scars from view, she suspected. He was an outsider, just like she was. Maybe…

No, that was a crazy thought.

On Saturday, none of this would matter anymore either way. The curse would end and she’d be left forever as a cat. She had five more sunsets, six more sunrises and then…it would be over.

Before that happened, she had one last hurrah to live. She’d already traveled the world. Seen the sights, met the kings. All she wanted now was a taste of the ordinary. Of waking up in one place day after day. Feeding the birds in the morning and watching the sun set on a back porch. Such simple things, but for a woman who had spent her life going from place to place, century to century, it was the only thing she craved.

And she had to find those kittens. To give one more happy ending to a set of young strays.

Catherine sighed. She had a lot to accomplish by Saturday. Changing Garrett McAllister’s life was not on that list.

Then why did she suddenly find herself at the door to the kennels? It wasn’t just because she wanted to work as a vet’s assistant. There was more.

She’d known since the first moment he’d caught her and held her close with kindness and trust. There’d been something in his eyes, something indefinable.

A connection.

Try as she might, she couldn’t ignore that invisible tether.

She found him working with an older golden retriever. He had already folded up the sleeves of his pale blue shirt and flipped his navy and red striped tie over his shoulder to keep it out of the way. He looked so at ease, so comfortable, with his dark wavy hair slightly messy and his hands capably handling the dog. This was clearly where Garrett was most at home.

“There’s a pile of bandages over there if you want to help,” he said without turning around.

She grabbed the bandages and crossed to him. White cotton strips ran across the opposite flank of the dog. The dog’s fur had faded and paled in some spots and she limped a little as she sidled up to Garrett. “Is she hurt?”

“Nah, just thinks she’s still a puppy.” He gave the dog a tender caress. She nuzzled him back. “She raced a squirrel and lost. Hit a tree with her hip and scraped it up pretty bad.”

When he reached to take the bandages, his hand brushed hers. A jolt rushed through her and Catherine drew back. Garrett turned away, busied with applying the new bandage.

Had he been as affected as she? Had he felt that…that electrical shock?

It was her feet against the carpet. Static electricity. Yeah, except her feet were bare and they were standing on vinyl flooring.

The light was streaming through the windows now, exposing his face clearly. She saw the jagged lines that ran down his face, disappearing under his neckline, almost like pale pink zippers running along his cheeks and neck. The backs of his hands were scarred as well, dark red in some places, soft cherry in others.

Something terrible had happened to Garrett McAllister. Something he seemed to want to hide, judging by the way he kept his face averted and avoided looking directly at her.

Garrett led the retriever back to her kennel, giving her another gentle pat and a few kind words before closing the door and moving on to a small multicolored Pekingese. His hand hovered over the latch, his back to her. “This isn’t going to work, Miss Wyndham. Maybe you should find other employment.”

She crossed the room in three strides, coming to a stop beside him. “What do you mean?”

“I don’t work well with others.”

She softened her tone. “Because of your scars?”

He wheeled around, a volcano erupting in his eyes. “Who do you think you are? How dare you come in here and start intruding on my life?”

She took a step back, speechless.

“I didn’t ask you for a commentary on my appearance. I asked you to leave.”

“Leave?”

“Yeah, and the sooner the better.” He turned back to the kennel, but didn’t unlatch the door. The Pekingese yipped impatiently.

Bloody hell. Catherine stood there, facing his back for several seconds, chewing on her lip. She needed his help, but there was no way she was asking for it now. She’d never before needed a man to help her do anything.

She wasn’t about to start now.

“Your wish is my command.” She stripped off the lab coat, then reached over his head and dangled it in front of his face. The muscles in his neck flexed and tensed when he swallowed. Twice. He stared at the coat as if he’d never seen it before. She dropped it on the top of the kennel. The Pekingese barked at the pile of fabric. “I’m gone.”

Then she turned on her naked heel and left the room, certain Garrett would be spending the next few minutes picking his jaw up off the floor.