Dana Bell - Cat of a Different Color

To Mom, who taught me the important things in life, like That black doesnt go with that black and

Never let your children know you arent psychic.

To Dad, who grins whenever he hears about my work, even though he refuses to read it. For which I am eternally grateful, because that would just be wrong, on so many levels.

To Memom, who encourages my madness and likes to know what Im working on next.

To Stephanie, for pointing out some mistakes Id made with Jerry and his responses, and gave me more insight into what its like to be legally blind.

And to my husband, Dusty. Happy tenth anniversary, sweetheart. Every step I took since the moment I could walk was a step toward finding you.

Message in a Bottle

God, I hate winter. If it wasnt for the hurricanes Id move to Florida.

Adrian knocked on the hotel room door and sighed, rolling his eyes at the sight of his breath in the air.

He hoped the girl (Cheryl? Shelly? No, Sheri!) didnt keep him waiting too long. Adrian shivered and wished desperately he was back in his own warm home, with a roaring fire and a good book.

Hed been volunteered by Max to pick up the newest Pride member. Tonight was supposed to be her formal introduction, though shed already been approved by both the Alphas and the Betas. Only Max could get Adrian to stand outside in the cold like this, but that was okay. He planned on exacting his own kind of revenge. He grinned, thinking of all the ways he could encourage Emmas pre-marital madness.

The Alphas mate had gone completely insane, post-it bombing the office with little notes and to-do lists.

She either kept forgetting that he shared desk space with Max or enjoyed tormenting him with wedding cake photos. It was enough to send a confirmed bachelor into sugar shock.

Adrian didnt want a mate. He smiled to himself. His best friends had both become pussy-whipped, all in the space of weeks. Emma said Jump! and the big strong Alpha asked not only how high but which direction. As for Simon, if Becky so much as sighed he panicked. Watching the two strongest members of the Pride buckle under the Breast Brigade made him all the more determined to stay sanely single.

Just a moment, a soft voice called from inside. It sounded shy and sweet, and Adrians Puma raised its head curiously. He could feel his dick hardening slightly at the sound of her velvety voice.

What the hell? he muttered, frowning at the closed door. Shrugging, he tried to dismiss his bodys reaction.

Who is it?

That soft voice sent a shaft of pure lust through his veins. He twitched his shoulders and tried to dismiss the low growling sound of his Puma. Adrian Giordano. Im the friend Max said would be picking you up tonight. Why the hell the woman couldnt drive herself was a mystery, but hed been so busy hed forgotten to ask.

He could hear the locks disengage and tensed. His Puma let loose a low growl hed never heard from it before, and he had to clamp his lips shut to keep it from emerging from his human lips. His eyes flashed, the colors of the setting sun turning from red to gold as he lost the red/green color spectrum. He forced them to change back, closing his eyes just as the door to the room swung open.

Hi, Dr. Giordano. Im Sheri Montgomery.

He opened his eyes to find a snow princess staring back at him. She had the palest, softest-looking blonde hair hed ever seen. The nearly white locks fell in delicate waves just past her shoulders. Pale, crystal blue eyes surrounded by equally pale lashes glowed in a face that could make the angels weep.

She was small and dainty, the top of her head barely reaching his shoulder. Her breasts were perfect for her slight frame. He had the inexplicable urge to pick her up, toss her over his shoulder and carry her off to his den where no one else would ever see her. Would ever want her.

Mine.

Adrians eyes widened as his Puma snarled in his mind. Crap.

She tilted her head to the side and sort of off center. She lowered the hand he hadnt even realized shed raised in greeting. Excuse me? Is everything all right?

Uh, no, everythings fine. He hoped to God she couldnt see the erection straining against his trousers.

Would you like to come in for a moment while I get my coat?

Adrian gulped as she smiled, sweetly uncertain.

Can I come in for a year? Or two? How about I just come? He did his best to bludgeon the voice of lust to death, but it refused to die. He wanted to throw her down on the ugly green carpet and fuck her until neither one of them could walk for a week. Maybe a month. Try years, his Puma purred. Sure, thanks.

It didnt even occur to him that he was already thinking of her as his.

She opened the door wide, standing aside and waving him in with another shy smile. He stepped in quickly, grateful when she swung the door shut behind him. He took a look around her hotel room, her suitcases, anything to keep from looking at her, because the moment he did he wanted to strip her bare and sink into her. When she turned to grab her coat he nearly groaned at the sight of her perfect, heart-shaped ass.

She swiftly thrust her arms in the sleeves. The coat swirled around her, the off-white color only emphasizing her pale loveliness. Then she moved to the side of the bed. Carnal thoughts raced through his head as she bent to pick up something off the ground, really showcasing her ass. He couldnt see what she was picking up because a) it was on the other side of the bed, b) the object of his sudden and total lust had just bent over near a bed, and c) that ass . Even hidden by the coat it had the power to make him hard. He tried not to picture her naked, but he wasnt really trying all that hard. Another moan tried to escape, and the ugly green carpet turned yellowish brown, letting him know his eyes had shifted again.

There you go, her soft voice crooned. His cock twitched in response; the stupid thing thought she was talking to him. He was surprised to see what she was talking to, although with all of the visual clues he shouldnt have been. She stepped out from around the edge of the bed holding the harness of a Seeing Eye dog. She bit her lip nervously. Its okay if I bring Jerry, right? I know how some people are about dogs in their cars.

Yeah, its fine, he said, staring at the woman in front of him. OCA, probably type one. The white-blonde hair, pale blue eyes, nearly white skinwhy hadnt he put the clues together before? Most people with type one albinism were legally blind and required vision aids; as an optometrist he should have caught the signs, but hed been so busy trying to ignore his dick (and her ass) that hed missed the obvious. Do you have your sunglasses? Another commonality in albinism was sensitivity to light, but some chose wide-brimmed hats instead of sunglasses since sunglasses could impair what little vision they had.

She smiled again, this one sunny and warm with a tinge of relief. Yes, theyre on the dresser. She walked to the dresser, picked up a pair of black sunglasses with dark gray lenses and put them on.

There. All ready.

As she walked past him he inhaled as quietly as he could. God, she smells good ; all crisp and clean, like fresh snow, with an overlay ofcoconut? Sunscreen, right . With the sun still in the sky shed need the extra protection for all that pale skin. He cleared his throat and adjusted his pants; if his cock got any harder hed be able to hammer nails with the damn thing.

He followed her out of the hotel room and waited while she locked her door. Taking a firm grip on Jerrys lead she held out her free hand. Without thought he tucked it into his elbow, leading her to his car.