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This particular batch of kittens seemed determined to stay wild. They scrabbled at the door when they went in and out, and Dilan, despite her best efforts to keep them inside the house and far from the front entrance, always seemed to come home to five little faces, pushing to get a break at freedom. Today, as the key fit into the lock, she heard the chorus of unhappy mews- broken only as the diamond shaped head of one of the smaller cats edged out from the tiny sliver between the outside and in, breaking free into a run. Dilan swore, dropping her purse and ushering the other animals inside, closing the door to spin on her heel and take chase. Calico and small, her heart stopped as she saw the kitten race across the road. His feet touched safety on the lush green of the neighbour’s lawn and she followed behind, pausing only when she saw the door of a truck open and two large hands swoop down to grab the tiny tyrant. “Thank you,” Dilan breathed, leaning forward slightly to catch her breath. Dark eyes lifted when he got out of the car, and Rowan Carter stretched out, god-like and golden, shirtless under the overalls of his uniform. She swallowed, lust clawing at the back of her throat when she recalled how he’d looked sprawled against the sheets of her bed, how he’d looked at her when he’d pressed her into them in turn. Still, she smoothed her expression over with a smile, holding a hand out for the kitten. “Do you think this counts as a citizen’s arrest?”