LANA
Duchess Meow stared at me like she’d been appointed moral guardian of the hallway.
I froze mid-step, toothbrush in one hand, towel slung over my shoulder, hair sticking up from a bad night’s sleep. Her tail swished like a warning. One move, and she’d judge me into another dimension.
“What?” I asked.
She blinked slowly. Judged harder. I could tell she didn’t approve of my current look. She looked like a diva with her pink collar and blue eyes.
A beautiful white Siamese cat.
“I pay rent here. I’m allowed to walk around.”
She blinked again. Then turned her back like I didn’t even exist.
I muttered something unladylike under my breath and continued toward the bathroom, but halfway there, I heard the shower cut off.
The door creaked open.
And Rhett stepped out. Towel slung dange
