17
Kat sat in the back of the cab, clutching her duffle bag, backpack, and cell phone. As the driver pulled onto a side street in London’s West End, she checked her messages. Tristan had been texting her most of the morning.
Miss you, kitty Kat. Wish you were with me now so I could make you purr.
With a little grin she tapped back.
I miss you too, especially your bed.
It would’ve been hard to be so teasing and intimate with someone else, but it was easy with Tristan, especially after everything they’d shared and done. He made it so easy to have fun and act a little reckless.
His response was immediate.
Fuck, darling. I’m trying to be on my best behavior and you’re making it hard. I have to meet my mother’s boyfriend. He’ll be here soon. Seems like we’re both meeting our new families
