'Tis said of love that it sometimes goes, sometimes flies; runs with one, walks gravely with another; turns a third into ice, and sets a fourth in a flame: it wounds one, another it kills: like lightning it begins and ends in the same moment: it makes that fort yield at night which it besieged but in the morning; for there is no force able to resist it.
--Miguel de Cervantes
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Nate Bedford doesn't need a cat. Or a boyfriend.
He's perfectly happy with his life the way it is. Between his crazy retail job and babysitting his niece and nephew, he wouldn't have time anyway. So how did he end up at an animal shelter with a cat named Lucky and the guy he least wants to see ever again?
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