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Emma
Our breakfast was pretty much a brunch and Grandma likes to eat dinner early, so we skip lunch and spend the entire afternoon on the beach, alternately lounging in the chairs and swimming. True to his word, Marcus lets me work on my laptop when we’re between swims, and I manage to edit a good chunk of a shifter romance novella due next Friday. Afterward, I call my landlady to find out how my cats are doing, and I learn that while Cottonball and Queen Elizabeth are as well behaved as always, Mr. Puffs has decided that my favorite pillow makes a great claw-scratcher.
Needless to say, there’s shredded memory foam all over my bed and floor.
“I was going to clean it up, but he started hissing at me,” Mrs. Metz says fretfully. “You’ll have to deal with it yourself. I swear, that cat
