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Elwood's brows lifted in surprise at Finley's jesting comments. Other girlfriends? That was a subject that was usually touchy -- not that Elwood actually had any mistresses, but Finley had grown particularly possessive of him. Her idea that Somnia had devised a diabolical plan to steal him away from her still didn't sit quite right in his mind, but he had learned not to argue with her. He knew that she was aware -- somewhere in that adorable, crazy head of hers -- that he had eyes for no one else.

"Shhh, don't tell them," he stage-whispered, pressing a paw to his lips as his eyes twinkled playfully. The thought of a hidden romance suddenly excited him, and he swept to his feet, moving to stand over Finley with his forelegs on either side of her shoulders. He leaned towards her, his nose only an inch from hers, and in a breathy voice he said, "It'll be our little secret."