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I could hear voices in the kitchen, so I slowly headed that way. I didn’t want to face Seth, but knew that I had no choice. When I peeked in, I saw him sitting at our small kitchen table with his back to me. Tabitha, the cat who hated everyone except Courtney, was sprawled on his lap, purring loudly. She turned to glare at me in the doorway, then jumped off his lap and sauntered away.
Courtney looked up, “Oh good, you’re back from Annie’s.” She used the opportunity when Seth turned to look at me to give me a big, over-obvious wink to let me know that she was covering for where I had been.
I smiled to thank her for attempting to be discreet, and then I turned to look at Seth. That was the only hint that Court needed. She muttered something about heading out to get some exercise, which
