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back down the road in the direction of the library, keeping a
sharp lookout for a feline form lying at the side of the road.
    But Donna wasn't at the library, or the dry
cleaners. Half an hour later, Liz was no closer to finding her
friend than she was to finding the wounded feline who might have
someday embodied all her hopes and dreams.
    She was reduced to driving up and down all
the roads that Donna might have traveled, but there was no sign of
Johnny, or of anything feline.
    Trying to force herself to think calmly and
rationally, she debated on what she might do if she were a cat and
were hit by a car.
    "I'd try to get home, to get help," she
gasped out loud and cranked the steering wheel back in the
direction of her neighborhood.
    Johnny had told Beth that he was renting the
old Bailey house on her street. He might have been able to drag
himself that far if he was hit on Main Street or somewhere else
close by.
    She nearly rammed into a truck that was
backing out of a driveway and had to force herself to slow down and
pay closer to the road.
    Then she screeching to a stop in front of
the Bailey house, her mouth falling open as her eyes widened in
surprise.
    Johnny was standing in the front yard - in
his very attractive human form - water the lawn with the use of a
long garden hose.
    For a moment she could only stare at him in
shocked wonder. He looked perfectly fine. She'd expected blood and
shattered bones.
    The adrenaline and fear that she'd been
feeling abruptly started to morph into something else. An
all-consuming blend of hot anger and intense relief.
    The sound of her car door slamming shut
brought his sapphire eyes up to focus on her. Then he smiled in
that ultra-sexy way that would have turned her into a whimpering
puddle of goo, if she hadn't been running on sheer panic all
morning.
    "I have been looking all over town for you!"
Liz snarled as she stormed across the wet grass to meet him.
    His brows crashed together in a confused
look that just made him all the more sexy and ratcheted up the
emotional storm building inside her.
    "I've been here, where I live..."
    Whatever else he might have said was lost
the moment she laid hands on him.
    Stretching up onto her toes, she wrapped
both arms around his neck and kissed him fiercely, savagely, as if
she were punishing him for how frightened she had been and how
relieved she was to find him still alive and whole.
    This time it was Johnny who reeled on shaky
knees as their lips parted and their eyes met.
    "Wow," he grinned, "does this mean we're
going steady? Because I'm going to want a lot more of those
kisses."
    "Maybe," she answered, trying not to answer
his smile with one of her own. She was still mad at him for scaring
her so badly. "But only if you promise to remain in human form. At
least whenever you intend to cross the road. You have extremely bad
luck with cars and roads."
    "I do?"
    "Just promise me.""
    "Okay, I promise."
    Now she did smile, but she quickly hid it by
kissing him again.

 
A Happy Ever After
     
    What happened then, Grandma?"
    Liz smiled down at the little girl in the
bed.
    Morgan looked just like her mother had when
she was six. Precocious and secure in her world, knowing that she
was loved. With the same warm brown eyes and light brown hair that
had once tormented Liz.
    Her hair was gray now, and not nearly so
long and lustrous as it had once been. But she didn’t mind. She’d
earned every one of those gray hairs and she treasured all of the
memories she’d made along the way.
    "Why, they got married and lived happily
ever after, of course," she told her little granddaughter. "With
lots of beautiful little babies and grandchildren, just like
you."
    There had actually been only one baby. A
daughter. Morgan’s mother. But Liz knew that the little girl liked
it better when her fairytales ended in large families.
    Morgan beamed sleepily up from her
pillow.
    "Tell me another story, Grandma. I like your
stories."
    "Tomorrow, sweet one. It's