“Whoa, this is where we’re staying?” Rémy’s gaze landed on the marble
counter in the center of the well-appointed kitchen, and then on the two-sided,
fieldstone-faced fireplace separating the dining area from the living room, and
finally on the curving staircase to the second floor of the condo.
“Pretty ritzy, isn’t it,” Alfie agreed as he went to check out the
balcony that ran the full length of the rear of the condo. “I can see forever,”
he sang out as he stared at the lights of Denver far in the distance.
Terry stepped out to join him, wrapping his arms around him tightly as
he nuzzled his neck. “Fantastic.”
“I am, aren’t I?” Alfie grinned when Terry nipped his ear while telling
him he meant the view. He turned in Terry’s arms to stare into his dark brown
eyes. “Just in case I haven’t told you recently, I do love you even if you are
a very strange dog.”
“Ditto, in reverse,” Terry murmured, not being one for fancy phrases
when it came to stating his feelings. His actions however made up for that as
he proceeded to kiss his lover quite thoroughly.
“Oh, umm, sorry,” Rémy muttered, retreating back inside.
Terry and Alfie quickly followed him, Terry’s arm tightly around Alfie’s
waist.
“We’re the ones who should be sorry,” Terry said quietly. “Sometimes we
forget that a lot of people don’t approve of men loving men.”
“Oh hell, that doesn’t bother me,” Rémy said in surprise. “I just…well
you were kissing and it’s not polite to stand and watch you know.”
Alfie smiled at him. “And it’s not polite for us to do that when we know
someone’s around who didn’t expect it. We’ll try to be a bit more circumspect
in the future.”
“Eh, that’s okay. It was sorta cute actually.”
“Cute?” Alfie’s eyebrows shot up. “Cute?”
“Yeah. A cat and a dog kissing? That’s like something on those pet
videos, even if you were in your human forms.” Rémy grinned, turning to cross
to the kitchen and open the refrigerator door.
“Anything edible in there,” Terry asked.
“Oh yeah. We’re set for life I think.” Rémy spun around, holding cartons
of ice cream in each hand.
Shivering, Alfie muttered that he’d seen enough cold snow today that the
mere idea of ice cream was a real turn-off.
“How about steak and smashed potatoes, if there are any around here?”
“That I could handle.”
Soon enough the three shifters were busily making dinner.
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