6
A gusting breath blasted my face and woke me up. It couldn’t be Gus because the breath would smell like hot dogs and kitty nibbles. And he doesn’t breathe with such force. I cracked open my eyes and flinched. Muffin’s surly face was inches from mine.
“I want breakfast!”
“Then go get yourself breakfast,” I said, turning over.
“I’m not leaving here. Here’s the list,” she said, shoving it under my nose. “Go to the grocery store and get my supplies.”
I snatched the paper from her waving hand and reviewed the list. “You’re staying here two days max yet there’s a month’s worth of groceries on this list.”
“I’m planning on cooking for my husband.”
I eyed her. “Your fake husband.”
“He’s my real husband until I get my inheritance.”
“If that’s the case, you can move in with your real husba
