Trevor

I watched Melina hurry out of my kitchen like she had hell hounds chasing her, and it took everything in me not to chase her down and drag her to my bed, or any other surface for that matter. I hated the idea of her leaving when things were going so well between us, mostly because I was insecure when it came to what we had. I knew Melina was attracted to me. I also knew she liked me. I even knew we were right for each other after testing our magic. What concerned me was whether Melina would decide this was a huge mistake while she was away from me. Bet or not, she didn’t have to stay here, and we both knew it. She was here because she was also curious about our feelings, or at least the attraction between us.

I found Mr. Whiskers in the bedroom at the far end of the hall. It had already been nearly empty, only a sofa and a television in there, so it hadn’t taken much to set up this room for him. I’d managed to get a sizable cat tree delivered from a pet supply company. They’d also sent an assortment of cat toys. While it had cost me quite a bit more than I would normally spend, it had been worth it. This was much easier than trying to transport all of Mr. Whiskers’ things today. I wasn’t ashamed to admit that I’d also hoped to impress Melina with my thoughtfulness.

“Hey!” I called out when I found him sitting on the sofa, pressing buttons on the TV remote with his talons. “I had no idea you knew how to work the television.”

“He gets into everything,” Melina said from behind me, and I turned to find her dressed in yoga pants and a very well-worn Misfits t-shirt which had skeleton hands groping her impressive breasts. At my raised eyebrow, she looked down at her clothes and grinned. “I don’t want anyone to forget I’m not working tonight. If you think my familiar is needy, you should see how some of those actors behave when I’m around.”

I had seen that, and it still surprised me that Melina was the go-to-witch for everything. Aside from the fact that she wasn’t known for being sweet-tempered with any of the actors, she was the head writer. Her job didn’t involve keeping the actors happy. In fact, I’d always thought they should be kissing her incredibly fine ass so she’d give them the best parts.

She laughed at my perplexed expression. “I see you are wondering why they’d all go to someone as bitchy as me. It’s the same reason I’m rushing off to the studio now.”

I nodded my understanding. “This show is your baby. I’d probably be rushing off to the office if one of my clients had an emergency.”

She gave me an almost shy smile and walked over to her familiar.

“I need you to stay with Trevor while I go to work for a little while,” she began, and the condor stopped playing with the remote to look at her. “I shouldn’t be gone long.”

There was a pause, and I knew he was talking to her.

“No, Trevor is not going to order anchovy pizza for you. Don’t even think about trying to get him to spoil you like that. I’ll fix your dinner when I get home.”

She paused again and one hand went to her hip.

“You do not need pizza,” she insisted.

Her stance relaxed, and she stroked his head. “I’ll miss you, baby. Be good for Trevor.”

She walked toward me, looking like she wasn’t sure what to do. “Thank you again for watching him. It will save me a lot of time since I don’t need to get him ready to go.”

“No problem,” I replied with a one shoulder shrug. Reaching out, I slipped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. “I’ll see you in a couple of hours.” I brushed my lips against hers and reluctantly released her.

“Right, a couple of hours,” Melina replied. “I really wish I didn’t have to leave.”

Her comment made me grin. “Hearing you say that made my day.”

She rolled her eyes before hurrying toward the front of the house. I’d already given her keys and the security code, so I knew she could get back in no matter what time she got home. I was sure she’d get distracted with other issues as soon as she got to the studio.

Looking over at Mr. Whiskers, I found him watching me expectantly. While I couldn’t understand what he said, I got vague ideas of what he was thinking when we were together. Right now, it seemed he was wondering if I’d buy him pizza.

“How about a small anchovy pizza?” I asked him. Sure, my house would stink while he ate it, but it all seemed worthwhile when he bounded off the sofa and bent forward to rub his head against my legs. “It’ll be our little secret, right buddy?”

His head bobbed up and down in agreement, and I decided pizza sounded good. “Maybe I’ll get pepperoni for me.”

If I wasn’t mistaken, he was doing his version of wrinkling his nose in disgust, which made me laugh. “I feel the same about anchovies, so we’ll have to agree to disagree when it comes to pizza toppings.”

Pulling out my phone, I placed the pizza order and prepared to settle in for the first night with Melina in my house. While technically she wasn’t here, it was nice knowing she was coming home to me at the end of the night. It was also nice spending time with Mr. Whiskers.

“I missed you,” I told him and settled onto the sofa with him at my side. “Let me show you how to use the television in here.”