“Is everything all right?” I yelp again when Jude comes barreling up my porch stairs and storms into my living room. He looks ready to pounce on anything that stands in the way. However, when he peers down at me, he c***s an amused dark brow. “What are you doing?”
“I think I should be the one asking you that. You lingering around my home is getting rather creepy,” I taunt, unable to wipe the smile from my face as I lower the lamp. This entire situation is ridiculous.
“I was hardly lingering,” he defends, scoffing playfully.
“What were you doing then?”
He opens his mouth but quickly closes it. Now I’m the one to raise my eyebrow. Has he inadvertently admitted to lurking? I don’t know whether to be creeped out or flattered.
The cat works his magic on Jude and rubs against his legs, purr
