Morgan quietly closed the door behind her, not noticing Misty sneak out ahead of her. The other occupants of the house were all either in bed or reading and wouldn"t notice that Morgan had left to meet Angela down at the lighthouse. She hopped in the golf cart, flipping on the headlights, and got a surprise she wasn"t expecting. There, sitting on the dashboard, was Misty.
"And just what do you think you"re doing?" Morgan asked the cat. Misty just stared at her and then jumped down on the seat next to Morgan, clearly not intending to budge.
"Fine, you can come,” grumbled Morgan. “But stay in the cart. I"m not spending my evening searching for you when it"s time to leave."
As Morgan drove down the main street of the island, she noted most of the houses were dark for the evening. A few ho
