expressive. There was heat in those eyes when she squinted them directly and him and raised anelegant eyebrow when she caught him giving her the once-over. Busted."You do own a huge silvery-gray cat, right?"The goddess needed an attitude adjustment, but those eyes were a turn-on, for sure. Blake shiftedhis stance—his jeans were getting a little uncomfortable in the crouch area."Jerry! I think it's for you, pal," Blake shouted, turning to find the guilty cat bathing blissfully inthe sun on the window seat."What I want to know is what do you plan to do about it?""Well, uh, what exactly do you want me to do about it?""He's your cat, isn't he?""And what, exactly, should I do? Pay kitten support? I don't think Jerry's disability payments cansupport a whole litter.""Very funny, wise guy. I expect you to have him neutered, that's what."Blake placed both hands to a naked chest against his heart. "Lady, have a heart. The guy is blindalready and you want to take away his family jewels too? That's downright cruel." As angry asshe was, whoever she was, he wanted to kiss her. Spark in a woman's eyes nearly always did himin."Well, then," she said as she shifted poor Pumpkin under one arm and haughtily brushed agleaming strand of hair off her shoulder with the other. "Tell him to keep his family jewels on hisside of the fence.""Miss...I'm sorry, who are you?""I'm Emma Sherwood. I live down the block," she said, placing her adorable nose in the air."Ah, Miss Sherwood. You must have just moved here. I'd have remembered if a beautifulwoman lived in the neighborhood.""Two months ago." He thought he heard her mutter something about the male species, but hewasn't sure.He stepped out of the door—purposely crowding her personal space."I'm Blake Kinsey." Lord, she smelled nice too. All flowery and female.