Like Cats and Dogs by Kate McMurray (interesting novels in english .TXT) 📕

because bleh. But give me something lighter like a Kölsch or a pilsner, and I’m happy. This is a pretty good amber. It’s got kind of a caramel-y quality.”

Caleb looked at her with awe. “You know the kinds of beer.”

“I know a lot of things.” She smiled. She’d arrived at the ripe old age of twenty-nine without getting married, and though she’d never been the sort of woman to modify her behavior to impress a guy, she’d been growing more set in her ways of late. And since all that mattered as far as Caleb was concerned was her physical attractiveness, she’d order dessert if she wanted to and drink beer if she wanted to, and basically just be herself because she could be.

She’d left an old afghan on the sofa the previous night, which she shoved off to the side now so they could sit.

“If I weren’t here,” Caleb said, “what would you be doing right now?”

“What a weird question.”

“I’m curious about women, I don’t know.”

“Nothing that interesting. I usually just watch TV in my jammies most evenings.”

“Yeah?”

“Although, honestly? Usually when I get home, the first thing I do is take off my bra.”

Caleb sat back on the sofa and sipped his beer. “Don’t let me stop you.”

“All right.”

It wasn’t a lie. Lauren often did come home, dump her stuff, wriggle out of her bra, and then go about the rest of her evening. The bra she had on now had a wire that poked her on the left side, one of those bras she kept putting back in the drawer long enough to forget it was uncomfortable. She met Caleb’s gaze, then reached under her shirt, undid her bra, wriggled around, and pulled it off under the bottom of her shirt.

“Not through a sleeve?” Caleb asked.

“This shirt doesn’t really allow for that. Also, we’re not in Flashdance.”

Caleb grinned. “I saw that movie when I was ten. It had a profound influence on my adolescence. So you’ll forgive me the fantasy.”

Lauren smiled back. “You have such a funny, formal way of talking sometimes.”

“Too much time in school, I guess.”

“How much college for you?”

“Well, five years of undergrad. Then four years of vet school, then another year of an internship, and then a residency. I finally graduated when I was twenty-eight.”

“And now you are…”

“Thirty-two. Turning thirty-three in September.”

“And already divorced.”

“Yeah. That wasn’t part of the plan.”

“Did you see it coming?”

Caleb frowned. “I think part of me did. It’s not that we were having problems, we just kind of shifted into coexisting rather than talking and having a real relationship. I wasn’t… I mean, we weren’t honeymoon happy, but I wasn’t unhappy, either. We just…were. Then she told me she was seeing someone else. That I didn’t see coming.”

“Did you know the guy? Not to be nosy.”

“It’s okay.” He laughed softly and shook his head. “No, I didn’t know him. She met him at the gym. And we went to different gyms. I forget why. I think she thought mine was too much of a meat market. And then, lo, she found some meat.” He sighed. “Sorry. I hate talking about this because I inevitably kind of fall into this bitterness that I’m tired of and don’t want to feel anymore.”

“I’m sorry I asked, then. And not even in a snotty way.”

He nodded. “No, I get it. Hard not to be curious. What about you and that ex who got married?”

She didn’t want to talk about Derek, but she supposed turnabout was fair play. “We dated for almost six years, and then one day we realized we were headed in different directions. He wanted the wife and kids with the picket fence in the suburbs. That kind of life horrifies me. I’m never leaving the city. So we hit an impasse. Then he married the next woman he dated.” Lauren took a deep breath. “It’s not even that I want him back, because I don’t. It just…hit me wrong, I guess, when he announced he was getting married. Like, I’m mad he won the breakup.”

“He won the breakup?”

“Yeah. I’ve hardly dated since we broke up, but he’s married now.”

“I don’t think you can assign a real value to that.”

Lauren rolled her eyes. That was such a Caleb response. “I’m not saying it’s rational. I’m just saying that I felt… I dunno. Like I failed because he’s happy now but I’m just… I mean, I’m not unhappy, but I’m not in a relationship. Not that I even feel the need to define myself by being in a relationship, because that’s some sexist, heteronormative bullshit, I’m just saying…” She stopped talking and looked at Caleb, who was smirking. “I’m rambling. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. You’re what, late-twenties? Hard to get to thirty without any baggage. I’d think you were weird if you didn’t have any.”

“You already think I’m weird.”

He laughed. “True.”

Lauren was a bit relieved when Caleb made the first move, because she couldn’t figure out how to get them from this conversation about their failures into the sexy times. Because she did not want to talk anymore. She wanted Caleb naked, in her bed, and she wanted him to do unholy things to her, but she couldn’t quite figure out how to make that happen. Should she just say it, should she touch him, should she—

He kissed her.

He put his hand on her cheek, a gesture so sweet she almost forgot they weren’t supposed to like each other, and then he leaned in and pressed his lips against hers. The kiss alone was enough to kick her motor into gear, and arousal spread through her body like a comforting warmth. She pulled his shirt out from his pants and slid her hands up his chest. He sighed into her mouth.

“Let’s take this to the bedroom,” she said.

“Perfect.”

They stood and she led him toward her room. Then a thought popped into her head as they crossed the threshold. “What about your dog?”

“He’ll be okay for another hour or two. It’s not like I’m spending the