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Evan and His Cat
Curvy Girl’s Best Friend
Book Six

By Elsie James
 Copyright © 2020 by Elsie James
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 Table of Contents
Chapter One: Hannah
Chapter Two: Evan
Chapter Three: Hannah
Chapter Four: Evan
Chapter Five: Hannah
Chapter Six: Evan
Epilogue: Hannah One Year Later
 Chapter One: Hannah
“I have a view of the ocean! This is unbelievable,” I blurt. I
know I’m oversharing but seriously, moving to Hawaii is a total
dream come true so I don’t care.
“Uh, yeah,” the property manager hands over my keys, and I
stare at them in my hands.
These are the keys to my very own apartment that I will pay
for with the money from my new job at the library. In freaking
Hawaii. I want to pinch myself.
If you told me two years ago when I was in the midst of my
failing marriage that this could be my life, I wouldn’t have waited so
long to walk away.
“If you have any questions let me know,” the woman mutters.
“I will, and thank you so much.”
I clasp my hands together and do a little hop. She doesn’t
match my enthusiasm. Instead, the woman shrugs me off and turns
to leave the tiny two-bedroom apartment. I can’t blame her, there’s
no way she can understand what this place is for me.
I got married young, the way everyone else in my town did. It
wasn’t love, but it was security and a ticket out of my lonely
childhood home. Nearly ten years later we had accumulated a nice
house full of stuff I couldn’t bring myself to care about. I felt guilty
for not feeling more content.
On the night of my twenty-eighth birthday, my ex-husband
told me he didn’t love me anymore, and surprisingly I only felt a
swell of relief. I’m proud of the way we let each other go and for the
last two years, I’ve been free.
I spent some time couch surfing and renting rooms from
friends here and there to get by. Still, I’ve never lived on my own, so
this tiny apartment is everything to me. It came fully furnished with
a stark, hospital-like decor, and changing that is the first thing on my
list.
 I unload my single bag of groceries into the refrigerator and
get some sheets onto the bed. I know I should try to sleep given my
first day at the library is tomorrow, but I can’t help myself.
Digging through my suitcase, I throw unwanted clothing over
my shoulder. It cascades into messy piles across my bed and onto
the floor until I find my favorite black tank top. I take off my bra and
pull the thin black fabric over my head.
I pair the tank top with my pink, fuzzy pajama pants. I finish
the look by tying my wild, dark hair into a bun on top of my head.
Once the music is blaring and the teakettle is boiling, I rip open my
moving boxes.
There’s no organization to my system, just pure, blissful
chaos. I take my time and dance while I work. Standing on the arm
of the couch to hang a photo, I revel in my joy. It took me a long
time to get here, and now that I’m finally happy, I’m ready to
experience everything this island has to offer.
I tear into the bathroom and spread my beauty products all
over the sink. I throw my towels in the pink basket on the floor.
When I come across the box holding my books, I display them by
color on top of the cabinet in the living room.
A strand of white twinkle lights hung over the picturesque
sliding door goes a long way toward warming up the space. I add
faux succulents in little, ceramic, animal-shaped pots to the coffee
table.
I stack my kitchen table with not one but two fantastic
porcelain tiered serving trays. I don’t have anything to display on
them yet, but I don’t care. They bring me joy.
In the end, it’s almost ten at night and my apartment is
totally me. There are half-burnt candles in every scent and cozy
throw blankets that will never see any use in this balmy weather.
I love it, all of it. The mess, the colors, and the promise of my
new life in this tiny space. I spent two years finding myself after the
divorce and now I’m ready for my fresh start. I settle in and attempt
to go to bed, but sleep doesn’t come.
I give up after thirty minutes, make my way to the couch and
click on my gold desk lamp. I bought a paperback copy of the new
book by my favorite author and saved it just for this occasion. I love
the smell of the pages as I devour the first sentences.
Just one chapter in, my bliss is interrupted when the lights
suddenly flicker once before fading completely. I sit bolt upright, my
breath catching in my chest.
Thank goodness for my strand of battery-powered twinkle
lights and the burning candles. The silence and shadows send a
shiver through me. Getting to my feet, I check the switch, no luck,
and then notice the fridge is dark too. The power is out.
I wonder if I’m supposed to flip on some sort of breaker. It’s
an apartment so I don’t even know if the breaker is in here or if
there is just one for the entire building. I hate feeling so helpless.
There’s a soft scratching sound on the front door and at first,
I’m sure I’m hearing things. Then an eerie feeling washes over me
and I wonder if it’s just my apartment that’s lost power. Why didn’t I
include a flashlight in my packing? But when the noise continues, I
spring back to my feet.
This is the part about living alone no one prepares you for. I
take a breath to steady my nerves. For the first time in a long time, I
wonder how it would feel to have someone beside me who wanted
to keep me safe.
I take another deep breath and remind myself that I am a
confident, independent, thirty-year-old woman. If there’s some sort
of maniac on the other side of my door, I can handle it.
The metal of the handle feels cool against my flushed skin as
I crack the door open. At first, I don’t see anyone. I look to the left,
then right, but there is nothing but blackness. It’s totally creepy.
Then as I attempt to close the door, I feel a soft fur brush
against my leg. It startles me, sending a chill straight to my core.
Thankfully, when I look down, my whole world gets bright
and shiny again. I’m greeted by the sweetest little white ball of fluff
I’ve ever seen.
“Hi! Oh my goodness, it’s just you, hi sweetheart,” I say
relieved.
The ragdoll cat saunters in like he owns the place and already
I can tell that this sweet boy and I will be good friends. Now calmer,
I poke my head back into the dark hallway in search of an owner. It
seems this little guy is all alone, so I close the door and just for good
measure, lock the deadbolt.
I read his tag, Kimba. “Hi Kimba, are you lost, sweetie?”
Kimba looks at me with the most amazing, slightly crossed
blue eyes I’ve ever seen. If this isn’t true love, I don’t know what is.
When I pick him up, he doesn’t squirm away from my touch.
He’s like a little fluffy angel sent straight to my door. Having
him in here with me warms my heart. He makes himself at home
exploring my apartment. When he gets to the corner of the kitchen,
Kimba stops to chew something.
Immediately, I’m worried it’s some sort of Hawaiian superbug.
When I get close enough to investigate, I’m relieved and also a little
surprised to find Kimba’s eating a cobweb.
“Oh, you’re hungry, ok little guy, sorry. Let me see what I
have for you,” I tell him.
I walk to the dark fridge and use my phone to illuminate the
inside. I discover I have hardly anything to offer him. I wasn’t
prepared for guests, especially not the four-legged variety.
I settle on a dish of milk, but when I put it down, the little
fluff-bucket turns up his nose at me. “Hmm, Kimba, I don’t know
what else to give you, I don’t have any cat food.”
“Meow,” Kimba lets out a coy sound and winds himself
through my legs. He’s a charmer.
“You want to try yogurt?” I ask hesitantly.
He chirps what sounds like a yes and I decide to give it a try.
I put a dollop onto the spoon and when I place it on the counter,
Kimba takes to it immediately.
“You little stinker. I’ve read about feral cats on this part of the
island, but you aren’t like them. You’re well taken care of, aren’t you
sweet boy? You’re the best company anyone could ask for.”
Having Kimba here takes the sting out of sitting in the dark. I
pour myself a cup of tea from the still-hot kettle and settle back onto
the couch. Kimba immediately makes himself at home, nuzzling up
to me and curling onto my lap.
 I run my hands across his fur and he sheds it. I might not be
the only one getting used to this tropical climate. I read my book
aloud to Kimba by candlelight and he seems to enjoy the story as
much as I do.
Kimba and I are quite the pair. He purrs and leans into my
touch. I know that tomorrow morning I’ll have to find out where
Kimba actually belongs, but for tonight I’m so happy he’s mine.
“Thank you for finding me,” I whisper into his fur. I close my
book and we nod off, drifting in and out of peaceful sleep.
Boom. Boom. Boom.
Three sharp, desperate pounds on my door startle Kimba and
me awake. Kimba flies off my lap and disappears into the darkness
of my apartment. Frantic, I step toward the door and look out of the
peephole, but I see only blackness.
“Hello?” I call out.
“Hi, I’m looking for my cat,” the deep, muffled voice calls.
“Oh, yes, sorry,” I say, opening the door.
A large, perfectly chiseled silhouette of a man is outlined in
the shadow of my lights. All I can make out are broad shoulders and
short hair.
“I’m sorry to bother you so late, but it’s an emergency. My cat
has gone missing in the blackout and I’ve looked everywhere. If you
see him, please.”
“Oh, Kimba? Yes, he’s right here, come in, please,” I say.
“You have him, thank goodness.” He crouches down and
scoops Kimba into his arms.
Lucky cat.
The man steps forward and lets out a sigh of relief. Bathed in
the warm flicker of candlelight, he’s absolutely gorgeous. Glowing,
tanned skin, light hair, and a chiseled jawline. I can hardly take my
eyes off him.

“Kimba, I can’t believe you did that to Dad,” he says holding

the unapologetic ball of fur in the air. “He’ll be eleven in February,
and he’s never run off before.”
“He just wanted to come over and introduce himself,” I say.
 The man stops and looks at me for the first time. His eyes run
up and down my body, unabashedly taking me in. There’s an
intimacy to his stare that makes me nervous and suddenly I regret
my choice not to wear a bra.
“I’m Evan. It’s nice to meet you, I didn’t realize anyone had
moved in until I found your door locked. They normally keep it open
for showings.”
“Oh, I’m Hannah, I just got here today actually,” I brush a
strand of hair away from my face and tuck it behind my ear.
“It’s nice to meet you, Hannah.” There’s something about my
name on his lips that sends a tingle through my body and I stare at
him with wide eyes. “Is everything ok over here? You have a
flashlight and you’re good?”
“Oh, I don’t have a flashlight but my string lights are battery-
powered, so yeah, I’m good. Thanks for asking.” My words are
jumbled and awkward, and I curse the moment I threw my hair into
this stupid messy-bun.
Kimba squirms and before Evan can stop him, Kimba escapes
his grasp.
“Come on Kimba, this isn’t like you,” he calls out.
“Looks like he likes it here,” I add with a laugh.
Evan takes another step inside in pursuit of Kimba and I close
the door behind him. Kimba makes a show of hopping around before
disappearing into my bedroom.
“Ah, come on you hairy monster,” Evan calls out with a broad
smile. His laugh brings out his dimples and lights the shadows under
his dark eyes.
“Can I make you a cup of tea? I think my kettle might be
warm-ish still, maybe,” I add with the realization that I have no idea
how long I was asleep. “I can’t promise anything actually.”
“You know, I’d love a cup of lukewarm tea,” he jokes.
Evan pulls out a chair and takes a seat at my kitchen table. I
pour barely warm water from the kettle into my enormous white
ceramic mug with the pink glitter handle. He drinks it graciously.
I learn that Evan is also an island transplant, he’s only been here
two years for work. He and Kimba live alone, right across the hall.
Knowing that they’re so close irrationally soothes me in a way I can’t
quite explain.
Kimba reappears and finds his way back into the pile of
blankets on my couch. Evan and I look at each other and smile.
“He sure made himself at home,” Evan says.
“I’m so glad, he’s just what I needed tonight. So sweet, he
put me right to sleep,” I tell him.
“I can see why, this place is cozy, if I didn’t know better, I’d
guess you’ve lived here for years,” Evan says.
“Oh, thanks, it’s really important to me that this place feels
like home. I’m starting my new job at the library tomorrow but for
now, you’re the only person I know on this island,” I say. “And Kimba
of course. So I want it to feel comfortable.”
“Well, if you only had to know two people, I’m glad we’re it,”
he laughs.
His words send a deep crimson crawling across my skin and
my heart rate picks up. “Me too.”
“We should let you get back to your night,” he says, standing
and pushing in his chair. On cue, Kimba walks toward his dad and
when Evan picks him up, Kimba snuggles into his chest.
I feel a pang of disappointment, but what was I expecting? I
can’t just keep Kimba and I can’t ask Evan to stay. So I smile and
walk them to the door.
“Nice to meet you two. I hope I’ll see you around,” I say.
“Oh, you’ll see me tomorrow. I’ll show you around after you
get off, does that work for you? Can’t have you roaming the tourist
traps.” His casual matter-of-fact delivery sends a huge smile and a
surge of adrenaline rushing through me.
“All I want to see is a white sand beach,” I say, clasping my
hands and trying to keep myself from squealing.
“That settles it,” Evan says with a warm smile. “We will walk
there tomorrow.”
“Thank you, I can’t wait,” I reply with excitement rising in my
voice.
He gives me a nod then he and Kimba disappear into the
darkness of the hall.
 Chapter Two: Evan
All night and throughout my morning, all I think about is Hannah.
Hannah is charming and adorable. Oh, and did I mention she didn’t
have a fucking bra on for our entire conversation?
I had to work to keep control of myself between her huge,
luscious tits and her pouty pink lips. Normally, I consider myself to
be a gentleman but she makes it hard. The shape of her nipples
pressed through her tiny black tank top is forever burned in my
mind.
By the time evening comes and I cross the hall to pick
Hannah up for our date, I’m riddled with questions about her.
I wonder where she grew up and how she just dropped into
my life. I wonder why Kimba, despite his usual loyalty to me, chose
her last night.
Knowing that I’ll be moving again, I try to keep things casual
with the women I meet but I don’t know if I can do that with her.
Hannah isn’t like anyone else I’ve ever met and selfishly, I want to
know everything about her.
When I open my door to leave, Kimba weasels his way around
me, darting toward Hannah’s apartment.
“Kimba, that is enough,” I tell him, but the hairy-monster ignores
me completely. “Kimba, you better listen to Dad.”
I scoop him up and tuck him back into my apartment, closing
the door and ignoring his protest. His loud cries echo in the hall and
I can admit it breaks my heart a little each time I leave him.
Hannah must have heard the commotion because before I can
knock, her front door swings open. She explodes through the
doorway in a burst of pure unadulterated joy.
The thin floral print dress hugs the round curves of her gorgeous
body in all the right places. Her energy and her beauty are an
intoxicating combination and I can’t take my eyes off her.
“Hi, sorry, I know I should have waited for you to knock or
something, but what can I say, I have no chill. I’m so excited to
head out with you today and I had the best first day at work.”
Her happiness is infectious and just like last night, I’m
immediately drawn to her.
“Well that’s excellent news, you can tell me all about it. Shall
we?” I hold out my elbow to her and she laces her arm through
mine. There’s a magnetic charge in the air as our skin touches.
“Wait, what’s wrong with Kimba?” Hannah asks as I lead her
toward the exit.
“He’s jealous,” I tell her. “He heard I’m heading out with the
most beautiful girl on the island.”
Hannah breaks into a stunning smile and blushes. “Can’t he
come? I’ll carry him.” She looks up at me pleadingly and I know I’m
in trouble. It’s impossible to say no to this girl. “Come on, we’re just
going on a walk.”
“Ah, I don’t know who’s worse, you or him,” I joke. “I do have
a leash for him that my folks sent me last year for Christmas that
I’ve never tried on him.”
“You have to get it! That’s going to be the sweetest thing,”
she says.
“Oh boy, there goes my man card. I can’t believe I’m letting
you talk me into this,” I exhale a laugh.
Ten minutes later the three of us are walking down the white
sand beach. Hannah tells me all the details of her day and I could
listen forever.
Kimba is exploring the sand for the first time in years. He and
I met on a beach way back when, but I’ve kept him close ever since.
Although I’m a sight to be seen, walking a fluffy white cat on a
leash, I have to say it’s worth it.
“It’s beautiful, more than I could have imagined,” Hannah
says.
“It is,” I agree. “I grew up by a beach, for a while, and I’ve
always found comfort in it.”
Seeing Kimba and Hannah playing together on the beach is
priceless. As the sunsets, We find a spot to sit and look out onto the
water side by side.
 “Oh wow! Evan, look, have you ever done it?” Hannah asks
as Kimba settles into her lap.
“Swim with the mantas? No, that’s for tourists.”
“You don’t think it’d be fun?” Hannah raises her eyebrows in
surprise.
“I do, I don’t have a ton of time with work though,” I tell her.
“I don’t even know what you do, and here I’ve been blabbing
on about every detail of the library.”
“I’m in the Coast Guard,” I tell her.
“Oh, a military man, I like it. So what do you actually do
though? Are you on a boat or in an office?”
“My job is confidential,” I say.
“Oh no, are you unemployed? You can tell me if you are, it
happens to everyone from time to time.”
I let out a laugh because she isn’t the first person to ask me
that. “You know, you say things that most people only think. No, I’m
definitely not unemployed. I work in intelligence, finding bad guys,
things like that.”
“So they don’t give you days off from catching the bad guys
to swim with mantas huh?” Hannah leans back onto her elbows and
Kimba brings his face to hers.
“Someday I’ll come back here when I’m retired and I’ll swim
with the manta rays but for now, it’s mostly work and then home.”
“When you retire? Evan, I know you're probably older than
me, but you can’t even be forty. You can’t save things like that for
when you’re old. We live here now, we should try it.”
“I take my job really seriously, it's a calling for me. I’m
moving up the ranks and well, I have this plan for myself and I’m on
track.”
“I can see that and it’s admirable,” she says, dragging a finger
along the inside of my arm that leaves goosebumps in its wake.
I reach across the sand and take her hand in mine. I trace my
thumb over her knuckles and she leans into my touch. Being here on
the peaceful sand with Hannah feels right.
As the sun sets, the yellow lights of the shops behind us
illuminate and we get to our feet. Fickle as he is about food, I know
Kimba will be demanding his tuna soon enough.
On the walk back toward the apartment, we hold hands. It
feels blah. Hannah stops suddenly.
“What is that, it smells delicious?”
“It’s Lou’s bakery,” I tell her.
“Wow, it smells amazing, let’s try it!” Hannah says with
enthusiasm.
“I’ve never actually been there, but the story is her father was
some sort of award-winning chef and he passed down all his secrets
to her. I think it’s mostly pastries, but it’s supposed to be good.
There’s always a line.”
Hannah furrows her eyebrows and shakes her head. “You’ve
never tried it? You’ve got to live a little,” she laughs. “We’ve got to
go.”
So we do. Kimba and I follow Hannah and she orders us the
special.
As I bite into the flaky pastry, I think about the two years I’ve
been here and how many of these I’ve missed out on. I could have
tried everything on the menu by now.
Hannah is fun and lives for the moment. She makes me smile,
I realize I haven’t thought about work at all since we’ve been here.
When we get back to the apartment, I open my front door
and Kimba slips inside. He takes his usual seat on the windowsill so
he can watch the world go by and I turn to walk Hannah to her door.
“Thank you for today, that was so much fun,” she says. “It
looks like Kimba is a fan of the leash.”
“It looks like he is,” I giggle in agreement.
I take Hannah into my arms. Her thick curves press against me,
and I want to explore every one of them. I hold her and time itself
stands still for us. I feel her breath sync with mine and I can’t help
myself, my mouth lands on hers.
She leans into the kiss and I part her lips with my tongue,
just enough to take her breath away. Sparks fly back and forth
between us and every part of my body responds to her touch.
When we finally break apart, Hannah looks up and directly
into my eyes. “I really, really like you. You’re the best surprise I’ve
had in a long time.”
I feel a warning shoot through me, I never want to hurt
Hannah. She’s just starting a new life here and I could be stationed
somewhere else at any time. I should stop this or at least slow it
down. But Hannah isn’t holding anything back from me and her
sincerity disarms me completely.
“What are you doing Tuesday?” I ask, clearing the lump in my
throat and hesitating for just a moment. “I’ve got to work late for a
few days but I’d like to make you dinner and I bet Kimba would love
to see you too.”
Hannah’s eyes scrunch a bit at the corners. “I’d love for you
to make me dinner.”
 Chapter Three: Hannah
Waiting for Tuesday to roll around takes forever. When it finally
arrives, I’m so excited I can hardly wait. I spend far too long
choosing an outfit then finally settle on, a gauzy white sundress.
I make my way across the hall, butterflies flapping in my
stomach. When he opens the door for me, I’m taken aback by Evan’s
charming smile. Kimba rushes to greet me too and I scoop him up.
Evan’s apartment is clean, some might even say stark. It
looks like mine did that first night until I unpacked. The surfaces are
sparkling clean and shockingly vacant.
The look is nice in a soulless-magazine sort of way. I can’t say
I understand it much, but for Evan, I guess it makes sense. He’s all
business. I can’t imagine him taking the time to decorate. There
aren't even any photos.
“This place is uh, very minimalist, and clean,” I muster every
positive word I can think of to describe it.
“Well, we can’t all live in the whimsical world of Hannah,” he says
with a laugh.
“Hey, you don’t like my decor?” I mock outrage.
Evan smiles at me, drapes his arm casually around my
shoulders, and plants a kiss on my forehead. “Of course I do, it’s just
that this isn’t my place, I’m renting for a while until I get stationed
somewhere else.”
I stare at him dumbfounded. “Are you telling me that you’ve
been in the military since you were eighteen and you’ve never
gotten settled? Not even any family pictures on your walls?”
“Don’t make it sound so sad, I just never understood the
point. Why buy furniture or some sort of art piece I love? I'm just
going to have movers pack it all up in a few years and drag
somewhere new. Then I have to worry about it getting broken or
lost.”
“You are insane,” I laugh.
 “No, insane is six throw blankets on a couch in Hawaii,” he
says teasing me.
As Evan talks, I look past him and out onto the pristine patio.
The view is incredible and I immediately head for the sliding glass
door. I unlatch the lock and lean into the door, but it sticks.
“Is it always this hard to open?”
“I can’t say I’ve ever been out there,” he says casually and my
eyes widen in shock.
“You have the best view on the island and you haven’t been
out there?”
“Kimba would just be upset if he wasn’t involved and there’s
no way he can be out there. It’s not that I don’t trust him, I don’t
trust the other cats on this island. They're shifty and street smart. I
saw an orange Tabby that looked like he could beat me up for my
lunch money the other day.”
Evan’s joke makes me laugh and I shake my head at him.
“You’re such a helicopter parent.”
“But, seriously, Kimba’s is only a ragdoll. It’s been just the two
of us for years and honestly, I don’t know what I’d do without him.”
“I guess I can understand that, you’re a good cat dad, I think
it’s sweet,” I say, feeling a swell of warmth blossom in me and giving
his hand a squeeze. “You’re really never going to use your patio
though?”
“Oh, this isn’t my patio. This place is just temporary. Come
here, I can show you.”
I give up on the door and follow Evan to the table. He opens
his phone and scrolls to a picture of a Victorian-style house. It’s
adorable with a grand staircase, wooden shutters, and a peaked
roof. Evan flips through photo after photo and sure enough, when he
gets to the last one there it is.
“This is my patio,” he says with a sexy smirk. The impressive
covered patio has a full outdoor kitchen, fire pit, and seating for ten.
“Wow, that’s beautiful,” I say, impressed.
“It looks old but don’t let it fool you, The Chateau Cateau has
every modern convenience or at least it will.”
 “The Chateau Cateau?” I can’t help but giggle at the sound of
those words coming out of this massive man.
“Oh yes, Kimba and I named it,” he says plainly.
“So is this in your hometown then?”
“Oh, it's only on paper right now. These are digital renderings
of my blueprint. It’s how I get through my long deployments. I
remind myself that someday when this is all over, I get to live at the
Chateau Cateau. I’ll build it from the ground up. Don’t get me
wrong, I love what I do. It’s the honor of my life to serve, but it’s a
sacrifice too. I’ve lost a lot along the way.”
He tells me harrowing stories of brothers and sisters who
made the ultimate sacrifice and how he sometimes can’t understand
why it wasn’t him. It’s heartbreaking and passionate and admirable
all at the same time. As he talks his eyes go misty and I can't help
myself, I wrap my arms around him.
Kimba senses the change in mood and dashes over to be with
us. He hops onto the counter and nuzzles in between our embrace.
“Thank you, for what you do, I mean it,” I say in a gut-
wrenching whisper. “It’s the hardest job in the world.”
“Hey none of that,” he shrugs me off. “It’s all a part of the
journey and my bodyguard is here now,” he jokes, stroking Kimba’s
head. “I’m going to make you two some dinner, right?”
“That’s true, I am starving over here,” I smile, pulling back.
“What’s on the menu?”
Evan starts cooking and we settle into a comfortable
conversation. He tells me more about his plans for Chateau Cateau.
I tell him about all of my favorite books. We spend our night sitting
together on the wooden kitchen chairs laughing. Just like that, we’re
the only two people on this island, maybe even in the whole world.
Evan lets his guard down and I see him, not Evan the Coast
Guard, but Evan the former scouting nerd, map enthusiast, cat-lover
who would do anything in the world for me.
I love everything about him. His sense of loyalty to his job, his
honesty, and the fact that I have to draw smiles out of him in order
to see his dimples.
 As the evening winds on, we cover every topic. I decide that
Evan isn’t as serious as he seems. He’s sweet, maybe even a little
silly at times. There's something in him that I can’t help but fall in
love with. He’s protective but vulnerable all at the same time.
After dinner, he opens a bottle of wine, pours two glasses,
and hands me one.
“You still want to sit out on the patio don’t you?” He asks, his
mouth turning up at one corner.
“Of course I do,” I tell him.
“Alright, you got me. I can’t say no to you, we’ll have to let
Kimba into his room first. Can’t have him getting jealous or trying to
escape again,” he says, gesturing to the second bedroom.
“I can do that,” I sat scooping Kimba into my arms.
“Wait,” Evan protests, but I hear him too late. I turn the door
handle slightly and the door pops open. When I look inside, I blink in
shock, glance at Evan, then stare back at the room with my jaw on
the floor.
The room is overrun with cardboard boxes of every size.
There are cobwebs in the corners and a plethora of cat toys. I spot
some sort of glass jar with white cat fur tucked inside. A room like
this would be odd for any house but in comparison to the rest of
Evan’s hospital-like decor, it’s shocking.
“You had the audacity to tease me when you are some kind of
in the closet hoarder?” I say in mock outrage.
Evan’s face pinches together and I can’t help but laugh. He
comes to stand beside me and we look into Kimba’s room. “You got
me, doll, the cleanliness stops here.”
“What is all this? Do you have some sort of collection to store
or an online shopping problem?”
He lets out a deep, breathy laugh and he puts a hand on his
forehead to hide his smile. “No, nothing like that.”
Before he can explain, I step into the room and peer into one
of the boxes. “They’re empty?”
“Yep, like I said this isn’t my room, it’s Kimba’s. He likes to
choose his box, so I collect them at work or out of the recycling
stack downstairs. Then I put them in here and let him choose his
box. I keep track of which he prefers and take his least favorites
back to recycling.”
For a moment, I can’t do anything but stare in absolute
disbelief. “And the jar?”
“Oh, this is so embarrassing,” he chuckles, “It’s cat hair, I
know I need to throw it out. You think I’m crazy now, but Kimba’s
seen me through some dark times. I know it’s crowded in here and
dusty but he likes it. I let the cobwebs settle in the corners because
—”
“Because Kimba likes to eat cobwebs,” I finish his sentence. “I
don’t think you’re crazy. I think you’re the sweetest person I’ve ever
met.”
Without another word, Evan’s lips crash onto mine. He buries
his hand in the back of my hair and my body melds with him as our
tongues dance.
He holds me so close I can feel his heartbeat pounding in my
own body and it melts me. His lips are hungry for mine but his touch
is gentle as he navigates my every curve.
We kiss until my lips hurt until the salt in the air threatens to
crack them. We kiss until Kimba somehow appears between us and
it forces a giggle out of me. When it’s time to say goodnight, Evan
insists on walking me the six steps to my front door.

∞∞∞
I float through my next two days between my new job and
my new love, my life is an absolute dream. Evan and I see each
other every second we can and text in the hours in between.
When Evan tells me he’ll be attending a three-day training
that will keep him away from home for a few nights, I jump at the
chance to watch Kimba. I assure Evan that I’ll take good care of him
and we review Kimba’s extensive dietary preferences, schedule, and
the videos he likes to watch before going to bed.
Tonight, I step into Evan’s apartment and Kimba immediately
comes to greet me. I feed him his cat biscuits, fluff his pillow, and
make sure he has his choice of new cardboard boxes. With Kimba
tucked in for the night, I grab the jar of his fur and head back to my
apartment giddy. I’ve got a special treat for Evan up my sleeve and I
can’t wait to show him.
 Chapter Four: Evan
The first two days of my training went exactly as planned but
now, it’s our final day and the Captain has asked me to stay. As I
wait for him, I feel surprisingly nervous.
In my career, I’ve had nothing but praise from my higher-ups
but admittedly, I’ve been distracted. Being called away for training
isn’t anything new, but knowing Hannah is waiting for me has kept
me moody, impatient, and ready to head home. I wonder if that’s
what this is about.
I wipe my palms on my pants and wait to be called in. When
the door swings open, I take a deep breath.
“Come on in,” the Captain says, ushering me into the room
before closing the door behind me.
“Yes Sir,” I say, pulling out a chair, and settling into it.
“How are things?” The Captain asks me pointedly.
“They’re fine.”
“Are you getting on ok? You seem different,” he says.
“Fine Sir,” panic swells in me, this is exactly the type of
conversation I’ve worked hard to avoid my entire career by keeping
my priorities in line.
I’ve let myself get used to having Hannah in my life. On the
surface, it feels like a good thing, but a few days away have given
me clarity. How can I let this continue knowing I can never commit
to her because I’m already married to my job?
“Well, that’s good to hear, but that’s not why I’ve called you in
today. You see, it’s not very often someone comes along who loves
what they do but who is also really good at it and you’ve managed
to do both of those things,” he says.
“Thank you,” I say, my mind still struggling to stay focused.
“I think you should apply for a lieutenant position. There’s a
promotion exam coming up and I know it’s fast, but if you get in it
could mean big things for your career. I know you’re ready.”
 “Oh, alright, that’s not what I thought this was about, but
thank you,” I reply.
I feel a spark of excitement course through me as the Captain
talks through the details. It’s an honor to be having this
conversation. Still, I can’t help but feel a bit conflicted. When he
pauses, I mutter a question even though I already know the answer.
“It requires relocation, correct?”
“Well yes, of course. Right now, there are a few openings,
you’ll see the list. It’s likely Texas, Washington DC, or maybe even
Maryland,” he explains and I feel sick.
“It’d be a fast turnaround but I want you to consider it. You
can take a few days and think it through but there’s some real
opportunity there. Let’s touch base in a few days,” he says with a
proud smile on his face.
“Of course, thank you Sir.”
I get through the final day of training with an enormous pit in
my stomach. I think of Hannah and the way she decorated her
apartment. She’s living her dream in a place she’s always wanted to
explore. She’s not going anywhere.
This is exactly why I’ve been sure to keep it just Kimba and
me. Forcing Kimba to relocate is hard enough, I can’t imagine asking
that of a woman I only just met.
By the time I find myself on the flight home, my head whirls
with every possible scenario.
I remember having to move in my senior year of high school
because my father was relocated. Hannah wants kids, and she
should have them, she’s already a mother to Kimba. I can’t ask her
to wait for me. I know what I need to do.
When I get home, I text Hannah. I don’t want to drag this out
for any longer than I have to, she’s sweet and I love her. I don’t
want to make this harder than it already is, it’s time to man up. I
slide my key into the door, a sense of dread hovers in the air.
As soon as I click the lock the door pulls open. Hannah greets
me holding Kimba nuzzled against her ample cleavage. Her eyes
sparkle and she throws her arms around me.
 “Hi, welcome home, we missed you,” she says. “I can hardly
wait, I made you something.”
I take Kimba from her and hug him hello, petting his head and
putting his nose to mine. I swallow a lump in my throat. “Hannah I
have, I mean, it’s good to see you,” I stumble on the words.
“I know you're probably tired from your trip, but please I’m so
excited to give this to you.”
Before I can stop her, Hannah pulls a crocheted key chain out of
her pocket. It’s white, fuzzy, and in the shape of a cathead. It’s so
sweet and so very Hannah.
“Wow,” is all I can say. It’s thoughtful and completely
unexpected.
“Guess what, it’s Kimba’s hair! I took the jar you said you needed
to throw out and turned it into yarn. Now you can take Kimba with
you no matter where you go,” her smile stretches across her whole
face.
I sit Kimba on the counter and let my bag fall beside me. I pull
Hannah to me and bury my face into her shoulder. Her hair smells
like warm vanilla and I can’t bring myself to let her go.
I never should have let it get this out of control. I love her,
and now I have to break her heart. This is the sweetest thing
anyone has ever done for me, and I hate what I’m about to do.
“We missed you, is everything ok?”
Hannah’s voice is muffled into my chest but I wait for just a
moment longer before I reply. When I pull back, I look at her
perfect, innocent face.
Her mouth is upturned in a quizzical stare. I take her in, this
is how I want to remember her in a few weeks when I’m in another
part of the country and she is nothing but the sweetest memory I’ve
ever had.
Before I can stop her, Hannah gets onto her tiptoes and
plants a sweet kiss on my lips. I know I should pull away but
instead, I savor the feeling and commit it to memory. I hold her
there, with my mouth on hers, betraying both of us.
“One more surprise! Do you like it?” Hannah asks, clapping
her hands together excitedly.
 I follow her gaze to a framed photo of Kimba over the
fireplace. It’s been edited with a black and white filter and it
immediately makes the place feel like home. I have to put a stop to
this, now.
“That’s really sweet, but I can’t put things on the walls, this
isn’t my home,” I tell her. My words come out more snippy than I
mean them too but I can’t help it. She looks taken aback at my
reaction and I feel like the biggest dick in the world.
“You won’t be out of the service for another eight years at least.
What are you going to do, go through your entire life never getting
settled until you retire? Kimba and I talked, he lives here too and he
wants to be on the wall,” she attempts a joke but it comes out flat.
“Hannah, I’m moving soon. It’s a part of the deal for me. I
signed up for this, and I want to see it through.”
My words seem to hit her with a powerful and heavy punch.
She steps backward and sits on the edge of the couch. I want to go
to her and wrap my arms around her but I know that will only make
it worse.
“Where are you going?” Her question comes out in a soft
whisper.
“I don’t know yet, maybe Texas.”
“I’ve never been to Texas but maybe I could pull off a cowboy
hat,” she says, her lip quivering despite her obvious attempt to
lighten the mood.
“You don’t get it. With my job, there are so many things I
won’t ever be able to tell you. I’ve seen guys before who are on the
same track as me and then they get into relationships and it’s hard
on them, hard on their wives. Your life is full of books, beaches, and
adventure, I'm not going to take that from you. This life is hard.”
“I’m not afraid of hard.” Hannah stands up and stares me in
the eyes. “I love you, I never thought I could be this happy with
anyone, ever.”
Her words are like a dagger and I need this to be over, for
both of us. “Hannah, I want you to know that I love you too and I
always will. I want you to have the life you’ve dreamed of, even
though I can't be the one who gives it to you.”
 Tears well behind her eyes and it breaks my heart. “Evan you’re
wrong but I can see your mind's made up. For a long time, I stayed
with someone who had to be convinced to love me and I can’t do it
again. I deserve more.”
“You deserve everything,” I agree.
She walks toward the door and I can’t help myself. I grab her
wrist and attempt to pull her into one last hug but she tugs her arm
away and keeps walking. The door closes behind her, not with a
slam, but rather with a gentle, soul-shattering click.
I sit still for a long time, beer in my hand, Kimba on my lap. I
stare at the framed photo on the wall and am surprised how warm it
makes the place feel.
Kimba meows at me knowingly. “I know bud, I miss her too. We
should probably just go to bed.”
I walk to my room but Kimba doesn’t follow. Instead, he
stands outside of his bedroom door and begs to be let in. I suppose
he’s mad at me for asking his mom to leave and I don’t blame him.
I’m mad at myself.
When I open the door to Kimba’s room, I find the boxes have
been rearranged. In the center is a large cardboard box and Kimba
rushes to it, choosing it without hesitation. It’s shaped like an old
Victorian house with a peaked roof. The box is painted blue and
there are tiny cardboard planter boxes glued underneath the
windows with cat toys dangling from them.
A familiar strand of lights encircles the top of the box and
illuminates the hand-painted letters. I read them aloud, “Chateau
Cateau.”
As Kimba makes himself comfortable inside, I lay on my stomach
and take in the details of Hannah’s creation. This is remarkable.
Hannah is remarkable. I think about the amount of thought,
kindness, and sheer talent it takes to create something like this and
it makes my heart pound in my chest.
For the first time, I consider the cost of losing Hannah. It’s
immeasurable. When Kimba sticks his face out of his new house, he
looks up at me expectantly.
“I know, I’m an idiot,” I tell him.
 I consider running across the hall and pounding on Hannah’s
door the way I did that first night we met. But I’m sure she’s
probably fast asleep and I don’t want to startle her. It’s nearly two in
the morning and I know she has to work tomorrow.
Then another hard truth settles over me. There’s a very good
chance Hannah doesn’t even want to see me right now. Another half
hour and I’m getting into bed. Talking isn’t enough, I need to show
Hannah that she is my entire world.
 Chapter Five: Hannah
I head into the library and get through my day but the
massive lump that appeared in my throat after Evan broke up with
me never went away. I take my time getting home and even swing
by Lou’s bakery just to kill some time.
By the time I get home between working and wallowing, I’m
dead on my feet.
Yet when my text alert vibrates in my pocket, my heart
flutters. I hope it’s him. When I look at my phone and realize it is,
my chest tightens.
Evan- I’m sorry, I hope you’re ok
Me- I will be, just need time
Evan- Can you stop by my apartment when you get home?
Me- I don’t think it’s a good idea
Evan- I miss you, and Kimba does too
Ugh, dammit. Who could say no to that? I know I shouldn’t
head over, I’m so mad at him. But to be honest, I want to see him. I
think about it for as long as it takes me to put on a fitted sundress
and flats. I tie my hair back in a loose ponytail and make my way
across the hall.
The door opens with my touch. There isn’t any sign of Evan
or Kimba for that matter. My eyes go misty. If this is some sort of
sad goodbye, I can’t take it. I won’t get through this with my heart
still in tack.
On the counter, I see a card with my name on it. So I exhale
and read it.
Hannah, can I take you on a date? Meet me on the patio.
I rush to the patio and open the curtains then stare in shock.
The entire patio is enclosed with a screen. There is an enormous cat
tree with lookout ledges, tunnels and a scratching post. In the
center is an adorable table and a bouquet of flowers.
Evan stares at me and then immediately wraps me in a warm
hug.
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Galusha the Magnificent. Joseph C. Lincoln.

Gaspards of Pine Croft, The. Ralph Connor.
Gay Year, The. Dorothy Speare.
Gift of the Desert. Randall Parrish.
Girl in the Mirror, The. Elizabeth Jordan.
Girl from Kellers, The. Harold Bindloss.
Girl Philippa, The. Robert W. Chambers.
Girls at His Billet, The. Berta Ruck.
Glory Rides the Range. Ethel and James
Dorrance.
God’s Country and the Woman. James Oliver
Curwood.
God’s Good Man. Marie Corelli.
Going Some. Rex Beach.
Gold Girl, The. James B. Hendryx.
Gold-Killer. John Prosper.
Golden Scorpion, The. Sax Rohmer.
Golden Slipper, The. Anna Katherine Green.
Golden Woman, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Gray Phantom, The. Herman Landon.
Gray Phantom’s Return, The. Herman Landon.
Great Impersonation, The. E. Phillips
Oppenheim,
Great Prince Shan, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Greater Love Hath No Man. Frank L. Packard.
Green Eyes of Bast, The. Sax Rohmer.
Green Goddess, The. Louise Jordan Miln,
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Greyfriars Bobby. Eleanor Atkinson.
Gun Brand, The. James B. Hendryx.
Gun Runner, The. Arthur Stringer.
Guns of the Gods. Talbot Mundy.

Hand of Fu-Manchu, The. Sax Rohmer.

Hand of Peril, The. Arthur Stringer.
Harbor Road, The. Sara Ware Bassett.
Harriet and the Piper. Kathleen Norris.
Havoc. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Head of the House of Coombe, The. Frances
Hodgson
Burnett.
Heart of the Desert, The. Honoré Willsie.
Heart of the Hills, The. John Fox, Jr.
Heart of the Range, The. William Patterson
White.
Heart of the Sunset. Rex Beach.
Heart of Unaga, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Helen of the Old House. Harold Bell Wright.
Hidden Places, The. Bertrand W. Sinclair.
Hidden Trails. William Patterson White.
Hillman, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Hira Singh. Talbot Mundy.
His Last Bow. A. Conan Doyle.
His Official Fiancee. Berta Ruck.
Homeland. Margaret Hill McCarter.
Homestead Ranch. Elizabeth G. Young.
Honor of the Big Snows. James Oliver Curwood.
Hopalong Cassidy. Clarence E. Mulford.
Hound from the North, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
House of the Whispering Pines, The. Anna
Katharine Green.
Humoresque. Fannie Hurst.

Illustrious Prince, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.

In Another Girl’s Shoes. Berta Ruck.
Indifference of Juliet, The. Grace S. Richmond.
Infelice. Augusta Evans Wilson.
Initials Only. Anna Katharine Green.
Innocent. Marie Corelli.
Innocent Adventuress, The. Mary Hastings
Bradley.
Insidious Dr. Fu-Manchu, The. Sax Rohmer.
In the Brooding Wild. Ridgwell Cullum.
In the Onyx Lobby. Carolyn Wells.
Iron Trail, The. Rex Beach.
Iron Woman, The. Margaret Deland.
Ishmael. (Ill.) Mrs. Southworth.
Isle of Retribution. Edison Marshall.
I’ve Married Marjorie. Margaret Widdemer.
Ivory Trail, The. Talbot Mundy.

Jacob’s Ladder. E. Phillips Oppenheim.

Jean of the Lazy A. B. M. Bower.
Jeanne of the Marshes. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Jeeves. P. G. Wodehouse.
Jimmie Dale and the Phantom Clew. Frank L.
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Johnny Nelson. Clarence E. Mulford.
Joseph Greer and His Daughter. Henry Kitchell
Webster.
Judith of the Godless Valley. Honoré Willsie.

Keeper of the Door, The. Ethel M. Dell.

Keith of the Border. Randall Parrish.
Kent Knowles: Quahaug. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Kilmeny of the Orchard. L. M. Montgomery.
Kingdom of the Blind, The. E. Phillips
Oppenheim.
King of Kearsarge. Arthur O. Friel.
King of the Khyber Rifles. Talbot Mundy.
King Spruce. Holman Day.
Knave of Diamonds, The. Ethel M. Dell.

Land-Girl’s Love Story, A. Berta Ruck.

Land of Strong Men, The. A. M. Chisholm.
Laramie Holds the Range. Frank H. Spearman.
Last Trail, The. Zane Grey.
Laughing Bill Hyde. Rex Beach.
Laughing Girl, The. Robert W. Chambers.
Law Breakers, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Law of the Gun, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Leavenworth Case, The. Anna Katherine Green.
(Photoplay
Edition).
Light That Failed, The. Rudyard Kipling.
(Photoplay Ed.).
Lighted Way, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Lin McLean. Owen Wister.
Lister’s Great Adventure. Harold Bindloss.
Little Moment of Happiness, The. Clarence
Budington
Kelland.
Little Red Foot, The. Robert W. Chambers.
Little Warrior, The. Pelham Grenville Wodehouse.
Lonely Warrior, The. Claude C. Washburn.
Lonesome Land. B. M. Bower.
Lone Wolf, The. Louis Joseph Vance.
Long Live the King. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
(Photoplay
Edition).
Lost Ambassador. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Lost Discovery, The. Baillie Reynolds.
Lost Prince, The. Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Lost World, The. A. Conan Doyle.
Luck of the Kid, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Lucretia Lombard. Kathleen Norris.
Luminous Face, The. Carolyn Wells.
Lydia of the Pines. Honoré Willsie.
Lynch Lawyers. William Patterson White.

McCarty Incog. Isabel Ostrander.

Major, The. Ralph Connor.
Maker of History, A. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Malefactor, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Man and Maid. Elinor Glyn.
Man from Bar 20, The. Clarence E. Mulford.
Man from the Bitter Roots, The. Caroline
Lockhart.
Man in the Moonlight, The. Rupert S. Holland.
Man in the Twilight, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Man Killers, The. Dane Coolidge.
Man Who Couldn’t Sleep, The. Arthur Stringer.
Man’s Country. Peter Clark Macfarlane.
Marqueray’s Duel. Anthony Pryde.
Martin Conisby’s Vengeance. Jeffery Farnol.
Mary-Gusta. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Mary Wollaston. Henry Kitchell Webster.
Mason of Bar X Ranch. H. Bennett.
Master of Man. Hall Caine.
Master Mummer, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Memoirs of Sherlock Holmes. A Conan Doyle.
Men Who Wrought, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Meredith Mystery, The. Natalie Sumner Lincoln.
Midnight of the Ranges. George Gilbert.
Mine with the Iron Door, The. Harold Bell
Wright.
Mischief Maker, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Missioner, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Miss Million’s Maid. Berta Ruck.
Money, Love and Kate. Eleanor H. Porter.
Money Master, The. Gilbert Parker.
Money Moon, The. Jeffery Farnol.
Moonlit Way, The. Robert W. Chambers.
More Limehouse Nights. Thomas Burke.
More Tish. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
Moreton Mystery, The. Elizabeth Dejeans.
Mr. and Mrs. Sen. Louise Jordan Miln.
Mr. Grex of Monte Carlo. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Mr. Pratt. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Mr. Pratt’s Patients. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Mrs. Red Pepper. Grace S. Richmond.
Mr. Wu. Louise Jordan Miln.
My Lady of the North. Randall Parrish.
My Lady of the South. Randall Parish.
Mystery Girl, The. Carolyn Wells.
Mystery of the Hasty Arrow, The. Anna K.
Green.
Mystery of the Silver Dagger, The. Randall
Parrish.

Nameless River. Vingie E. Roe.

Ne’er-Do-Well, The. Rex Beach. (Photoplay Ed.).
Net, The. Rex Beach.
Never Fail Blake. Arthur Stringer.
Next Corner, The. Kate Jordan.
Nightfall. Anthony Pryde.
Night Horseman, The. Max Brand.
Night of the Wedding, The. C. N. and A. M.
Williamson.
Night Operator, The. Frank L. Packard.
Night Riders, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Nine Unknown, The. Talbot Mundy.
Nobody’s Man. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
No Defence. Gilbert Parker.
North. James B. Hendryx.

Obstacle Race, The. Ethel M. Dell.

Odds. Ethel M. Dell.
Old Misery. Hugh Pendexter.
Omoo. Herman Melville.
One Thing Is Certain. Sophie Kerr.
One-Way Trail, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Ordeal of Honor, An. Anthony Pryde.
Outlaw, The. Jackson Gregory.
Owner of the Lazy D. William Patterson White.

Panelled Room, The. Rupert Sargent Holland.

Paradise Bend. William Patterson White.
Pardners. Rex Beach.
Partners of the Tide. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Patricia Brent, Spinster. Anonymous.
Patrol of the Sun Dance Trail, The. Ralph
Connor.
Paul Anthony, Christian. Hiram W. Hayes.
Pawned. Frank L. Packard.
Pawns Count, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Pay Gravel. Hugh Pendexter.
Peacemakers, The. Hiram W. Hayes.
Peregrine’s Progress. Jeffery Farnol.
Peter Ruff and the Double Four. E. Phillips
Oppenheim.
Phantom Wires. Arthur Stringer.
Pointed Tower, The. Vance Thompson.
Pollyanna; “The Glad Book.” Eleanor H. Porter.
(Lim. Ed.).
Trade Mark—Trade-Mark.
Poor Man’s Rock. Bertrand W. Sinclair.
Poor Wise Man, A. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
Poisoned Paradise, The. Robert W. Service.
(Photoplay Ed.).
Portygee, The. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Possession. Olive Wadsley.
Postmaster, The. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Prairie Child, The. Arthur Stringer.
Prairie Flowers. James B. Hendryx.
Prairie Mother, The. Arthur Stringer.
Prairie Wife, The. Arthur Stringer.
Pretender, The. Robert W. Service.
Prince of Sinners, A. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Prodigal Daughters, The. Joseph Hocking.
(Photoplay Ed.).
Prodigal Son. Hall Caine. (Photoplay Ed.).
Profiteers, The. E. Phillips Oppenheim.
Promise, The. J. B. Hendryx.
Public Square, The. Will Levington Comfort.
Purple Mask, The. Louise Jordan Miln.
Purple Pearl, The. Anthony Pryde.

Quemado. William West Winter.

Quest of the Sacred Slipper, The. Sax Rohmer.
Quill’s Window. George Barr McCutcheon.

Rainbow’s End, The. Rex Beach.

Rainbow Valley. L. M. Montgomery.
Ramshackle House. Hulbert Footner.
Ranch at the Wolverine, The. B. M. Bower.
Ranching for Sylvia. Harold Bindloss.
Rangy Pete. Guy Morton.
Raspberry Jam. Carolyn Wells.
Reclaimers, The. Margaret Hill McCarter.
Re-Creation of Brian Kent, The. Harold Bell
Wright.
Red and Black. Grace S. Richmond.
Red Pepper Burns. Grace S. Richmond.
Red Pepper’s Patients. Grace S. Richmond.
Red Seal, The. Natalie Sumner Lincoln.
Restless Sex, The. Robert W. Chambers.
Return of Dr. Fu-Manchu, The. Sax Rohmer.
Return of Frank Clamart, The. Henry C.
Rowland.
Return of Tarzan, The. Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Riddle of the Frozen Flame, The. M. E. and T.
W. Hanshew.
Riddle of the Mysterious Light, The. M. E. and
T. W.
Hanshew.
Riddle of the Purple Emperor, The. M. E. and T.
W.
Hanshew.
Riddle of the Spinning Wheel, The. M. E. and
T. W.
Hanshew.
Rider of the Golden Bar, The. William Patterson
White.
Rider of the King Log, The. Holman Day.
Rider o’ the Stars. R. J. Horton.
Riders of the Silences. John Frederick.
Rilla of Ingleside. L. M. Montgomery.
Rimrock Trail. J. Allan Dunn.
Rise of Roscoe Paine, The. Joseph C. Lincoln.
River Trail, The. Laurie Y. Erskine.
Robin. Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Rocks of Valpre, The. Ethel M. Dell.
Rogues of the North. Albert M. Treynor.
Romance of a Million Dollars, The. Elizabeth
Dejeans.
Rosa Mundi. Ethel M. Dell.
Rose of Santa Fe, The. Edwin L. Sabin.
Round the Corner in Gay Street. Grace S.
Richmond.
Round-Up, The. Oscar J. Friend.
Rung Ho! Talbot Mundy.
Rustler of Wind River, The. G. W. Ogden.

St. Elmo. (Ill. Ed.) Augusta J. Evans.

Sand. Olive Wadsley.
Scarlet Iris, The. Vance Thompson.
Scattergood Baines. Clarence Budington Kelland.
Second Violin, The. Grace S. Richmond.
Secret Power, The. Marie Corelli.
Self-Raised. (Ill.). Mrs. Southworth.
Settling of the Sage. Hal G. Evarts.
Seven Ages of Woman, The. Compton
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Shadow of the East, The. E. M. Hull. (Photoplay
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Shepherd of the Hills, The. Harold Bell Wright.
Shepherds of the Wild. Edison Marshall.
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Sherry. George Barr McCutcheon.
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Sight Unseen, and The Confession. Mary
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Silver Poppy, The. Arthur Stringer.
Singing Bone, The. R. Austin Freeman.
Singing Wells, The. Roland Pertwee.
Sinister Mark, The. Lee Thayer.
Sin That Was His, The. Frank L. Packard.
Sir or Madam. Berta Ruck.
Sisters-in-Law. Gertrude Atherton.
Sky Line of Spruce. Edison Marshall.
Slayer of Souls, The. Robert W. Chambers.
Smiles: A Rose of the Cumberlands. Eliot H.
Robinson.
Snowdrift. James B. Hendryx.
Snowshoe Trail, The. Edison Marshall.
Son of His Father, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Son of Tarzan, The. Edgar Rice Burroughs.
Souls for Sale. Rupert Hughes. (Photoplay Ed.).
Speckled Bird, A. Augusta Evans Wilson.
Spirit of the Border, The. Zane Grey. (New
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Spoilers, The. Rex Beach. (Photoplay Ed.).
Spoilers of the Valley, The. Robert Watson.
Star Dust. Fannie Hurst.
Steele of the Royal Mounted. James Oliver
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Step on the Stair, The. Anna Katherine Green.
Still Jim. Honoré Willsie.
Story of Foss River Ranch, The. Ridgwell
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Story of Marco, The. Eleanor H. Porter.
Strange Case of Cavendish, The. Randall
Parrish.
Strawberry Acres. Grace S. Richmond.
Strength of the Pines, The. Edison Marshall.
Subconscious Courtship, The. Berta Ruck.
Substitute Millionaire, The. Hulbert Footner.
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Sweethearts Unmet. Berta Ruck.
Sweet Stranger. Berta Ruck.

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Tarzan and the Jewels of Opar. Edgar Rice
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Oppenheim.
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Texan, The. James B. Hendryx.
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Their Yesterdays. Harold Bell Wright.
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Thirteenth Commandment, The. Rupert
Hughes.
This Side of Paradise. F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Thoroughbred, The. Henry Kitchell Webster.
Thread of Flame, The. Basil King.
Three Black Bags. Marion Polk Angelloti.
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Three Musketeers, The. Alexander Dumas.
Three of Hearts, The. Berta Ruck.
Through the Shadows with O. Henry. Al.
Jennings.
Thunderbolt, The. Clyde Perrin.
Timber. Harold Titus.
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Tish. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
To Him That Hath. Ralph Connor.
Toilers of the Sea, The. Victor Hugo. (Photoplay
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Toll of the Sands. Paul Delaney.
Trail of the Axe, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Trailin’. Max Brand.
Trail to Yesterday, The. Chas. A. Seltzer.
Treasure of Heaven, The. Marie Corelli.
Trigger of Conscience, The. Robert Orr
Chipperfield.
Triumph of John Kars, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Triumph of the Scarlet Pimpernel, The.
Baroness Orczy.
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Trooper O’Neill. George Goodchild.
Trouble at the Pinelands, The. Ernest M. Porter.
T. Tembarom. Frances Hodgson Burnett.
Tumbleweeds. Hal G. Evarts.
Turn of the Tide. Eleanor H. Porter.
Twenty-fourth of June. Grace S. Richmond.
Twins of Suffering Creek, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Two-Gun Man, The. Chas. A. Seltzer.
Two-Gun Man, The. Robert Ames Bennet.
Two-Gun Sue. Douglas Grant.
Typee. Herman Melville.
Tyrrel of the Cow Country. Robert Ames
Bennet.
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Under the Country Sky. Grace S. Richmond.
Uneasy Street. Arthur Somers Roche.
Unlatched Door, The. Lee Thayer.
Unpardonable Sin, The. Major Rupert Hughes.
Unseen Ear, The. Natalie Sumner Lincoln.
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Valley of Content, The. Blanche Upright.
Valley of Fear, The. Sir A. Conan Doyle.
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Vanity Fair. Wm. M. Thackeray. (Photoplay Ed.).
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Voice of the Pack, The. Edison Marshall.

Wagon Wheel, The. William Patterson White.

Wall Between, The. Sara Ware Bassett.
Wall of Men, A. Margaret Hill McCarter.
Wasted Generation, The. Owen Johnson.
Watchers of the Plains, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
Way of an Eagle, The. Ethel M. Dell.
Way of the Strong, The. Ridgwell Cullum.
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When a Man’s a Man. Harold Bell Wright.
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Where the Sun Swings North. Barnett
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Where There’s a Will. Mary Roberts Rinehart.
Whispering Sage. Henry Sinclair Drago and
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Why Not. Margaret Widdemer.
Window at the White Cat, The. Mary Roberts
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Winds of the World, The. Talbot Mundy.
Wine of Life, The. Arthur Stringer.
Winning of Barbara Worth, The. Harold Bell
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Wire Devils, The. Frank L. Packard.
Wire Tappers, The. Arthur Stringer.
Wishing Ring Man, The. Margaret Widdemer.
With Juliet in England. Grace S. Richmond.
Within These Walls. Rupert Hughes.
Wolfville. Alfred Henry Lewis.
Woman from “Outside,” The. Hulbert Footner.
Woman Gives, The. Owen Johnson.
Woman Haters, The. Joseph C. Lincoln.
Woman of Knockaloe, The. Hall Caine.
Woman Thou Gavest Me, The. Hall Caine.
Woodcarver of ’Lympus, The. Mary E. Waller.
Wooing of Rosamond Fayre, The. Berta Ruck.
Wrong Mr. Right, The. Berta Ruck.

Year of Delight. Margaret Widdemer.

Years for Rachel, The. Berta Ruck.
Yellow Claw, The. Sax Rohmer.
Yellow Horde, The. Hal G. Evarts.
You’re Only Young Once. Margaret Widdemer.

Zeppelin’s Passenger, The. E. Phillips

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