Chapter Thirteen
Jogging home wasn’t nearly enough, so Jason worked on a karate kata when he got home, until he was slick with sweat and no longer thinking about how good Naomi tasted. Well, at least not every ten seconds. His mom called while he was in the shower, so he called her back after he’d settled in on his couch. Maybe it was time to think about getting another cat, he considered, as the phone rang. He missed Casper a lot, the warm weight of the purring beast as they watched TV, the way he wound through Jason’s legs while working in the kitchen.
His mom’s voice jerked him out of the thought.
“Hi Sonny. Did you talk to Brandon?”
“Yep.”
“So you’re all good now?”
He didn’t say anything.
She sighed. “Don’t be like that. This was his big break. Maybe it will turn into something,
