Haunting Leigh: A Paranormal Romantic Comedy (Literal Leigh Romance Diaries Book 4) Read Online Free

already having an effect on Gertie. She held the object in front of her as if she had a huge penis. “Look at me!” She turned and it slapped against the wall. “Ouch! Haha!” I couldn’t help but spit my wine out with laughter. “Leigh, do you ever wonder how guys manage to stuff these things away without feeling constantly uncomfortable?”
    Hunter was up and we heard him moving down the hallway. Gertie quickly tossed the items back into the box, closed it up, and moved it to a more out of the way place on the counter. Hunter came into the kitchen and groaned as he stretched. “I thought I heard you two out here.” He gave me a hug and a kiss. “I am so glad to have a couple of days off now. So, Gertie, are you and Brad joining us on Sunday for Leigh’s parents’ big anniversary bash?”
    “Of course! We wouldn’t miss it.”
    The doorbell chimed and Brad surprised Gertie by showing up early. The pair quickly headed out for the evening. “Have fun you two lovebirds! We’ll see you on Sunday. If you want to meet us here, we can drive together.” After I said my farewell and they were out the door, I turned my attention to catching up on some much needed loving with Hunter.
    Speaking of getting some loving, I think if you want to adopt a cat, you need to be aware of something. One of the downsides to having a cat is that cats are innate voyeurs. No matter what Hunter and I may be doing, I can count on catching a glimpse of Luna in my peripheral vision. She just stares. Occasionally she likes to join in as a participant. Here is an example: You know how it goes when in the throes of passion you find yourself in a slightly odd position? Well, at some point my head was hanging off the edge of the bed and my hair was dangling down. It really spoils the moment when you have a cat pounce out from under the bed and she grabs two paws full of hair and skin. Now, I’ll admit, I enjoy the occasional playful hair pulling during sex as much as the next girl, but not when it involves having an obese cat swinging from your scalp like a big furry pendulum of pain.

Chapter Four
    Anniversary Dash
     
    “Argh.” I stretched in bed. Luna seemed to be copying me by stretching out between me and Hunter. My eyes were still blurry and not quite open all the way as I watched him sleeping. What a long night it was. I suppose the benefit of having a man that had slept all day was getting a lover who was ready to stay up all night. Life just seemed too good to be true. I slid the remainder of the sheet off of him and lightly traced my finger along his strong muscular back and then the palm of my hand over that cute ass of his. I knew he couldn’t hear me, but that didn’t matter, I wanted to say it out loud. “Hunter, I am so happy. Everything is just right. I feel so peaceful, so content, and I am so—” I caught a glimpse at the green glowing digits of the alarm clock. “And so fucking late!”
    My shouting frightened Luna, and she bounced into the air like a coiled spring that had just been set free. She landed between his shoulder blades, claws out and then launched herself again into some hidden place in the room. Hunter was instantly upright. “For the love of God, cat! Leigh, can we get her declawed? Christ, I’m beginning to look like I ran through a barbed wire fence and fell in a giant rose bush.” He twisted around to check over his wounds and I could see what he meant. Besides the fresh bloody welts on his back, Luna had left little scratches all over him last week. I only smiled at the fingernail marks I left on his back. No need to apologize for that.
    “We overslept! It’s almost one and we are supposed to be leaving here in an hour.”
    “An hour? Plenty of time.”
    Guys. An hour? Please. Plenty of time if you’re running out to the store to grab some milk or something, not to get ready for a big family shindig. I don’t think I even responded before I bolted out of the bedroom to get ready. As long as