She bolted upright in bed and listened for a repeat. The night was silent but for the wind whistling around the house. A storm was imminent but the skies hadn’t yet opened. The dogs were relaxed, curled up on their beds, their heads raised so they could watch her. Taking a deep breath, Cat willed her rapidly pounding heart to still. She must have been dreaming. She checked her bedside clock. Three in the morning. Awake now, she decided to get up and check on Fairy Tail. And Mac. She might as well do it now, before the rain started and made things uncomfortable. Wearing only a thin nightgown, she pulled on the jeans she’d thrown over a chair. Sleep had eluded her for hours. She’d been restless and out of sorts all evening. Aware of Aidan in the in-law apartment below her, she kept imagining him arguing with her, giving her looks that sent shivers down her spine. Not shivers of fear.
