His Little Princess

"So," I say after a moment, glancing between Logan and the kitten, nuzzled comfortably into my chest. "What's the plan here? I can't keep it."

Logan's brow furrows. "Why not?"

I gesture vaguely around the room with my free hand. "Um, because this is my apartment? I don't have any cat supplies, I work long hours, and I don't want a cat."

The kitten, as if sensing it's the topic of conversation, lets out a tiny meow and paws at my chest, kneading me like dough.

Who am I kidding? This thing isn't going anywhere. She, or he, is mine forever.

Logan leans in, his voice low and persuasive. "Come on, Nicole. Look at that face. How can you say no to those eyes?"

I glare at him, but there's no real heat behind it. "That's cheating and you know it."

He grins, unrepentant. "All's fair in love and kitten adoption."

I roll my eyes, but I can't quite suppress the smile tugging at my lips. "You're impossible, you know that?"