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too?” As if on cue, the cat lay down in his lap and rolled on his back and began to purr.
    Holly froze in the doorway. How could Charlie betray her like this? Brock looked up “Hey are you gonna stand there all night and let my beer get warm or do I get to drink it?”
    It took all she could muster, but Holly walked into the room and over to where Brock was sitting to hand him the beer.
    “You said you wanted to talk about the case, so did you think of something and that’s why you are here? Wait a minute—how did you know where I even lived?”
    Brock stared at Holly before bringing the bottle of beer up to his lips for a drink. “What’s the name of your cat?”
    Before she could stop herself, “His name is Charlie.”
    Brock started choking on his beer causing Charlie to jump off of his lap and run for cover. When he was able to stop gagging and speak, he whispered, “The cat is Charlie? The Charlie that you live with? The Charlie that you were going to take on a walk and watch a movie with this weekend?”

CHAPTER FOUR
    Holly slumped down into the couch wishing that she could take back that tidbit of information. She never in a million years expected Charlie to betray her like that. He used to be such a good judge of character too. He must have had too much catnip—yeah, that was it. Mental note to self—keep any and all catnip away from Charlie the traitor cat.
    “Well? I am waiting for an answer.”
    Holly murmured, “Yes.” as quietly as she possibly could.
    “I’m sorry, I don’t believe I heard that.” Brock said leaning forward in the chair with determination.
    “Yes, damn it! My cat’s name is Charlie—there—did you hear me this time?”
    “Holy shit!” Brock said as he began to laugh.
    “What the hell is so damn funny?”
    That set Brock off even more, he couldn’t stop himself and his side started to hurt from laughing so hard.
    Holly stood and stomped over to the front door. “Get out!” She screamed. When he didn’t move, she shouted again. “Get the hell out of my house right now!”
    He still didn’t move but he did stop laughing. He just stared at her in disbelief. Then all of a sudden the devil in him took over and he said, “Make me.”
    “What?”
    “You heard me. I said make me.”
    “Oh, you don’t want to go there buster.”
    “Is that a threat?”
    “No. It was a warning and if you were smart, you would heed it.”
    Brock grinned at her, took another swig of his beer, “Bring it on.”
    Holly slammed the door and made a bee line towards Brock. She grabbed the beer out of his hand and set it on the coffee table before walking behind the chair where she began to pinch the nerve in his shoulder. Brock shot out of the chair and when he reached for her, the next thing he knew he was face down on the floor and she was sitting on him with his hand behind his back cranking on it. “What the fuck!” He screamed.
    “Don’t say that I didn’t warn you.”
    “Let me up.”
    “Only if you agree to leave.”
    “No.” He no sooner got the word out of his mouth and she was putting more pressure on his arm.
    “Don’t make me hurt you.”
    “Yeah right—I could get out of this if I wanted to, I just don’t hurt women.”
    “So far, I haven’t seen any proof of that.”
    Brock spotted Charlie out of the corner of his eye watching them. “Come here Charlie—help a guy out.”
    “He won’t help you—he doesn’t like men.”
    The next thing she knew, Charlie was glaring at her and growling.
    “You could have fooled me! It’s not me he is growling at.”
    Holly released Brock’s arm as she swatted at Charlie. “Go away you traitor—no more special treats from me!”
    With his arm released, Brock was able to grab Holly by the waist and reverse the position. Now he was sitting on top of her with his knees on each side of her hips and her hands above her head. “Get off of me!”
    “Make me.”
    “Really? What are you—ten years old?”
    “No, but I can