My Cat Burglar
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“Listen to your father, son.” My mother’s voice was low and soothing as if she recognized how close we were to jumping into a shouting match, into saying things we’d regret.
“I’m listening.” But it was a lie. I didn’t have to since I knew the lecture by heart. Somewhere out there was the woman for me—maybe another shifter, if I were lucky. We’d mate and spend the rest of our lives together.
Be happy. No point fighting fate.
On cue, my parents cast each other adoring looks. A snort escaped before I could censor it—a fact that didn’t escape my father. But hell, I was so tired of the constant bitching of my lack of success with women. The same old tired litany. The words, oft repeated, ground away at my self-control.
My father drew himself up and glared from beneath bushy brows. “There’s a mate for you. All you need to do is find her.”
“Dad!” My tone was sharp, demanding he listen. I leapt to my feet, my heart racing as my brain and mouth jumped into gear. “I’m not hooking up with a female since women don’t interest me. I’m gay.”
For a frozen instant, we stared at each other. Shock hit us equally—my parents suffered from the announcement while I couldn’t believe I’d confessed the awful truth.
I was gay and women didn’t do it for me.
“That’s a good joke, Saul. Nearly had us there.” My father’s booming laugh echoed inside the steamy kitchen. My work-roughened hands curled to tight fists. He thought I was joking.
My mother’s face was pale as she scanned my features. She didn’t laugh because something in my expression convinced her I was telling the truth. Her eyes rounded and turned glassy, as if she might cry. Her trembling hand clapped over her open mouth.
I glanced away, unwilling to witness her shocked pain. “I’m not joking, Dad. There won’t be any mate for me because I’m gay.”
A strained silence throbbed in the kitchen, broken only by the insistent clack of a clock. We stared at each other, the tension palpable.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to blurt it out like that.” The relationship between me and Dad had never gone smoothly. My mother always told me it was because we were alike. My mouth curled into a wry smile. Not this time.
“You think this is funny? Get out.” My father’s words were icy cold. Fierce. This wasn’t the time to argue that being gay didn’t make me any different, that I was still his son.
I turned away, hesitating only when I heard my mother’s sob.
“Don’t cry, Allison. Saul isn’t worth it. He’s sick. Abnormal. He is not our son. Go,” my father snapped when he noticed I’d stopped by the head of the table. “Don’t bother coming back this time.”
Numb, I continued walking, pausing only to grab my wallet and keys off the kitchen counter. I walked outside and climbed into my SUV, then sat motionless in the driver’s seat. Sick at heart. Disillusioned. I burrowed my hands through my unruly dark hair and cursed before shoving the keys in the ignition. My father was wrong. I was normal. I was the same as everyone else in Middlemarch.
All I wanted was love.
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Shelley lives in New Zealand with her husband and a cheeky Jack Russell/mystery breed puppy.
Typical New Zealanders, Shelley and her husband left home for their big OE soon after they married (translation of New Zealand speak – big overseas experience). A twelve month adventure lengthened to six years of roaming the world. Enduring memories include being almost sat on by a mountain gorilla in Rwanda, lazing on white sandy beaches in India, whale watching in Alaska, searching for leprechauns in Ireland, and dealing with ghosts in an English pub.
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My Determined Suitor
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My Second Chance
My Plan B
My Cat Nap
My Romantic Tangle
My Blue Lady
My Twin Trouble
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Sampled & Seduced
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Claimed & Seduced
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My Cat Burglar
Copyright © 2016 Shelley Munro
ISBN: 978-0-473-35750-4
Editor: Mary Moran
Cover: Killion Group Inc.
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