Chapter 58

Domesticated Species




Aaah.

I do love it when an act of derring-do has made me the solo King of the king-size bed once again. I omit the white-tie wedding nonsense and finally recall our shared adventure at the Oasis.

Here we recline in the very wee hours, my Miss Temple and me. She has showered off any remaining Essence du Elephant and I have given up my gilt-brocade throne for a simple zebra-pattern throw.

I have arrayed myself along her side, permitting her easy access to stroking my noble brow, my masculine shoulders, my svelte sides and back. I do enjoy a good massage, and contemplate rolling over for an undercarriage petting, except I am opting for the dignified, superior, and mysterious role at the moment.

Miss Temple sighs. “Here we are, Louie, alone together by the phone again. What a long, big day, from Marriage Bureau to wedding banquet. No wonder Matt was a little distracted at dinner and headed off to WCOO early, but he should be on the way and calling to let me know now. I am beginning to get why he wants a daytime talk show.

“Louie, would you ever want to return to Chicago after those nasty thugs kidnapped you?”

You bet! That was the most fun I’d had before climbing Mount Elephant and tangling up the ankles and black bedsheets of the Synth’s heist team at the Oasis Friday night.

As often happens, Miss Temple picks up my thoughts.

“On the other hand, I shouldn’t be so eager to see Matt. Just how much does he need to know about my part in that busted Oasis heist ‘production’ and wake for the Synth at Neon Nightmare afterward? Matt might frown on my consorting with Max.”

She sighs again. “Being a fiancée is not always simple.”

Being a fiancée apparently is being a worry wart.

Being King of the Cat Pack is much easier. All have scattered to their usual hangouts, but only mine is so soft and comfy and comes with a built-in massager.

This time I sigh and close my eyes. I personally am enjoying a little alone time with my roomie. Mr. Matt can take his own sweet time about getting home.

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