Except over soap theft. But that was more pissed off than distraught.
“He had ear mites, too. I think he was so embarrassed. But I got him all cleaned up and assured him that we all get mites sometimes and it isn’t his fault,” Kitty continued.
April had, to her knowledge, never had mites. Although, should she maybe ask Jack if he’d had mites before they took this thing between them further? Gah, she’d been out of the dating scene way too long.
“It’ll be okay. He’s going to find a wonderful family if his doesn’t claim him.” Simone had knelt down to see the poster and was still staring at it like she wasn’t sure quite what to say.
April squeezed Kitty’s hand. “Simone’s right.”
“He doesn’t need a wonderful family.” Kitty shook her head. “He’s got me.”
“Are you going to adopt him?” Simone asked, adding her hand on top of April’s like they were one for all and all for one.
“Of course not.” Kitty balked. “I’ll see ifhewants to adoptme.”
April wasn’t entirely sure what the difference was, but she knew better than to ask. Because if she did, it would probably take an hour for Kitty to explain. And then they’d likely have to get Sadie tipsy so she’d draft a cat-adopts-human legal document and the whole thing would take an entire day.
“I’m sure that if Captain Jack doesn’t get claimed, then he’ll most definitely want to adopt you.” Simone gave another squeeze. Then she pulled Kitty up to stand with her. “Kitty, why don’t I help you hang these posters? We’ll give him his best chance at being found.”
Kitty nodded and her lower lip trembled as she gripped the yellow pages to her chest. “You are just the best friends I’ve ever had. And Cher used to be my Girl Scout leader, so I’ve known a lot of really exceptional women.”
“Cher was your Girl Scout leader?” Simone asked, raising her eyebrows at April.
They knew little about Kitty’s past, so it actually could be true.
“Not the real Cher.” Kitty sniffled. “But she looked a lot like Cher and she sang in the choir at the Baptist church, so basically the same thing.”
April closed her eyes and smiled, because even fake Cher couldn’t ruin her morning.
She stood to join her friends. “I’ll walk you out.”
This would serve two purposes. One, she could show her support for Kitty’s Captain Jack distress. And two, she could lock the deadbolt and the privacy bar on all the doors to her house on her way back through.
A quick glance at Jack and she nearly tripped backward because of the heat of the look he was giving her. Like he wanted to meditate the hell-o out of their morning. All morning. And well into the afternoon. Until she was so relaxed that she was a puddle of April-flavored ice cream with pink sprinkles.
Instead of attempting to give him a heated glance in return—which would have turned into her looking like a complete fool—she trudged after Kitty and Simone.
Once inside her house, Simone closed the door to the backyard. She stood in front of it, arms crossed, toe tapping. “One night and you’re jumping him?”
“I wasnotjumping him.” She wasn’t. She was sitting on him, sure. But there was no jumping involved.
“Yet.” Kitty’s distress apparently dissolved because she had a nice new bone to nibble on and it was called April. “But if what I walked in on is any sign, I’d say you are about to go allI Got You Babeon him. In the yard, of all places. Which, I one-hundred-and-twenty-two percent endorse because you put down the yoga mats so you wouldn’t get grass burn on your tush. That’s even worse than rug burn. Believe me, I should know.”
“I’m not even sure how to address any of the things you just said.” April blinked hard.
“Give us the ten-second version of what happened for us to get from point A to point one-hundred-and-twenty-two in the space of one night.” Simone uncrossed her arms. “I’ll wait.”
“It literally just happened.” April tossed her hands up. “One second we were in downward dog and the next he’s bringing Ethan Greene to my kitchen and then we were making out.”
“I prefer bridge pose for that kind of thing,” Kitty said. “It’s my favorite yoga position in the bedroom. You have to have great core strength to pull it off—but let’s be honest, you totally could. That’s a good one to start with.” Kitty nodded along with herself. “Don’t go straight to downward dog. It raises his expectations entirely too high at the beginning. Keep them low long enough so he appreciates when you try. Then when you pull out the downward dog, he’ll think you’re a goddess.”
April tried, really tried, to wrap her head around how one would do a bridge pose while in any sex act and have it be remotely comfortable. She was going to break her brain if she kept trying to figure that out.
“Ethan Greene is coming to your kitchen?” Simone asked, clearly oblivious to the conversation about yoga sex.
Now it was apparently Simone’s turn to blink hard.
“Ethan Greene!” Simone yelled his name loud enough that Jack probably heard it.
