Chapter 10When I walked into the living room, Laird was on the sofa. He looked up at me before going back to cleaning his paws. He didn’t move until I went into the kitchen. Then he was right there, looking at the empty bowl I used for his wet food.
“Starving, are you?” I asked as I got a can from the cupboard, opened it, and spooned the contents into the bowl. He was on it seconds later. “Did we have any more visitors?”
I took his silence and his concentration on his food to mean we hadn’t, which was fine with me.
After going upstairs to change clothes, I went down to my office to check my emails while Laird took what he’d claimed as one of his spots, this one on the edge of the desk. There was email from my editor telling me she should be able to have the book back to me by Monday wit
