“Morning.”
She pauses mid-step, blinking at me. “You look like you didn’t sleep.”
She’s not wrong.
I probably look like I got hit by a truck.
“That obvious?”
“Painfully.”
Sebastian walks in a second later, already dressed and alert.
“Rough night?” he asks me.
I take a sip of coffee and consider lying.
But I don’t.
“I found a kitten.” I take another sip. “Found might not be the right word, though.”
They’re silent as they blink at me, processing my words.
Ivy perks up. “You what?”
“Found a kitten.” I shrug. “It’s small,” I say, holding my hands up slightly. “Gray and white. Showed up on the deck. Thought it was about to attack me.”
Sebastian chuckles. “You think everything is about to attack you.”
“It tried,” I add, slightly defensive.
Ivy gasps. “Oh my God. Where is it?”
“With Violet.”
That gets both of their attention.
Sebastian’s brow lifts slightly. “Violet, huh?”
“Yeah.” I take another sip of coffee, like this is a completely normal conversation. “She’s keeping her for now. Until I move.”
Ivy is already smiling, fully awake now. “Your girlfriend is keeping the kitten until you move into your house. So domestic.”
I’m fully awake now. “We aren’t a couple?—”
“You sure about that?” Sebastian raises his brows.
“Yes, I’m?—”
“Totally a couple.” Ivy waves her hand. “You’re just in denial.”
Sebastian chuckles, pouring coffee into a mug and handing it to his wife. “Denial should be Drew’s middle name.”
I snort. “You’re one to talk.”
Ivy kisses Sebastian, then turns to me, excitement in her eyes. “Her. Oh my gosh—a female kitten. Can I meet her?”
I huff out a quiet breath. “Yeah, probably.”
