Chapter 2As he put the key in his door, Julen sighed. He could hardly wait to get naked. There was nothing better than wandering around without clothes to hamper you. He took off his boots and coat, and was already unzipping his jumpsuit as he walked into the living room, where he stopped with a squawk.
A large, sleek, black cat was stretched luxuriously over his cream settee. The cat gave him a baleful green-eyed stare, yawned and then sat up. At it did, its form changed until a beautiful, naked, dark-haired man sat before him.
“What’s the matter?”
“Wiley! Why are you in my apartment? You’re my aunt’s familiar, not mine.”
“You don’t have a familiar. Not very wise. I’m here if you need me.”
“I don’t need you. I’ve already told you and Aunt Cassandra that I want my husband to be my fam
