I leaned down to scratch at the soft fur of her neck, surprised at her pliant nature.Sam wasn’t saying anything (which, ok, wasn’t unusual for him), but he was oddly still.Without pausing in my attention to the cat, I looked up.There was an odd look on his face.
“What?I can’t pet your cat?”
A small shake of his head seemed to free his strange expression.“Sorry.She’s just not usually friendly.”
I snorted.“Gets that from you, I ‘spose.”
This earned me an uptick in his mouth.I was getting better at coaxing humor out of him.
Just as he corralled her out of the room, I could have sworn I heard him whisper “traitor” in the cat’s direction.
He then turned back to me, his coat and scarf removed and neatly tucked over the back of a chair.“So, care to tell me what this is about?”
