Chapter 4“Wow. You look terrible. Are you going to bake more cookies?”
“No.” Brandon was sitting with one forearm on the kitchen table and his chin propped on his other hand. Stacey’s cat was meticulously licking his elbow.
“Too bad.” Stacey plonked herself down in the second chair and put a mug of coffee next to Brandon’s cat-free arm. “Are you going to come in with me to work, then? Cause if you are, you need to, you know, put on clothes that don’t smell like a locker room.” She snapped her fingers and the cat ambled over. “Leave Mr. Brandon alone, Katze. He’s sad, and licking people’s sweat is gross. Seriously, though.” She slurped her coffee. “You look like Chad kicked you in the nuts with a puppy strapped to his boot. What’s wrong?”
“I saw the guy I told you about last night.”
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