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Marcus
All morning long, I brainstorm ways to get Emma to stay at my place another night. The deal we made means I can’t keep asking her, so I have to resort to more underhanded methods.
Get Wilson to call in sick so he can’t take her and the cats home?
No, I’d just have to call a taxi, and we’d end up arguing about who gets to pay.
Incentivize the cats to run from Emma by bringing in a few live mice for them to chase?
No, too cruel to the poor mice.
Pounce on Emma as soon as she gets home and keep her in my bed all evening?
Yes, that’s a more promising idea—and if all else fails, I’ll go with her and spend the night on her lumpy bed.
Of course, that’s just a short-term solution. I need something more permanent, and I need it soon.
At lunch, I call the realtor who visited Emma
