He gave me that lazy look again, and then he was gone.
I stared at the door, wondering if I’d just had an orgasm, or was about to have one.
“He’s the single best flirt in history,” I said to the door.
This was terribly true.
And terribly annoying.
Because I had a feeling he actually was into me.
So now, it was also terribly frustrating.
CHAPTER 10
THE DISCOVERY
I swam out of sleep on Saturday morning to what appeared to be a misty day in England and the understanding my slumbering self was the entertainment of a green-eyed Persian, a round-faced ginger, and a blue-eyed ragdoll.
Snowball was making her status clear by resting curled up on the pillows I wasn’t using, those green eyes gazing at me through wisps of her fur.
Gingerface advanced immediately upon me regaining consciousness and cuddled.
Baby Blue just sat there and stared at me.
“Does Battle let you hog the bed like you did last night?” I asked Baby Blue.
She blinked.
I took that as a yes, but I sensed she was lying.
I fell to my back and turned my head to see the smart screen told me it was seven oh seven.
I then looked up at the canopy above me.
When I did this, Baby Blue made her approach, laid on my chest and added her purr to Gingerface’s.
I stroked them both.
Thankfully, yesterday had been an uneventful day.
I did not faint, trip, or get tripped.
I did not experience any paranormal activity.
I did not have to engage in trading verbal barbs with anybody.
In fact, both Prue and Chassie came out to the studio with me, and with their help, I was able to finish organizing and cataloging everything before noon. We ate a spot of lunch there, then I looked it up and talked them into going with me to a town not that far away where we could buy crates and separators so I could tidy things away and get cracking.
Prue was all in for this, and shockingly, so was Chassie.
So off we went.
We came back and they helped me tidy.
Then they left and I finally got started reading.
With papers dated 1887.
