“Jesus fucking Christ,” I hissed, my heart thumping wildly, and not from the run.
The kitten’s arms were wrapped around my calf, its beady black eyes staring up at me with murderous intent.
I glared down at her. “Nice try. Your heart attack kill plan failed.” I reached down and plucked her from my leg, cringing at the scrape of her claws against my calf.
Cupping her in one palm, I held her up in front of me, just a white ball of fluff. “I’m not putting you in my will, so it doesn’t matter if you off me. You’re not getting anything.”
The kitten meowed in response.
“No, I’m not going to change my mind. It’s already been allocated to my mom and brothers.”
Another meow as I placed her on my shoulder and grabbed a protein shake from the fridge.
“Just be grateful you don’t have any siblings. They’re a pain in the ass. Always having to look out for them. Making sure they’re handling their shit. But does anyone do the same for you?Nope. Not even a ‘Hey, how are things going?’ Well, I’m glad you asked. I think I really fucked up, and I don’t—ow, Jesus! All right, I’ll get you your breakfast. Goddamn.”
I plucked the kitten off my shoulder and set her on the floor before readying her food. “Evil, murderous little shit. If Laurel suggests Jack the Ripper, I’m saying yes.”
Wednesday
Atlas:
Early meeting. I made coffee. Creamer is in the fridge, sugar in the cabinet to the right of the sink.
Sutton:
It’s a little weird that you know how I like my coffee. You even got the flavor of creamer I love.
Atlas:
Lucky guess
Thursday
Atlas:
Picking Laurel up at the library and bringing her to Cami’s.
Sutton:
I was supposed to get her after work. Why are you playing Daddy Grump taxi?
Atlas:
Because she asked me to.
Friday
Sutton:
Any idea how my car’s gas tank got refilled when it was on E after I got home last night?
Atlas:
I had an early morning errand, and your car was blocking mine.
Sutton:
Your driveway is three cars wide.
