Chapter Fifteen “You’ve certainly had quite the exciting twenty-four hours,” Linda said blithely as she removed another veggie-dense pizza slice from the carton. She gave Button a you-should-know-better look when the little princess’ paw stroked her thigh, but then popped goat cheese between those furry lips.
Rey continued nibbling a mushroom-heavy slice like Bonzo did a carrot. She’d not said much the last thirty minutes since we’d made ourselves comfortable on a now rug-less living-room floor, but her expression shifted between curious, fascinated, and annoyed (because she’d not been there when Colt and Cash had “visited”).
“‘Exciting’ may not be the right word,” I stated dryly, sipping flat beer from a bottle I’d been nursing.
“Do you really think that was your boyfriend’s -- uh,
