“I come bearing gifts,” I said, my voice as deadpan as my expression.
Gail gazed at the big box of donuts and two industrial-sized coffees perched on top, then grinned and motioned me into the condo. “It appears we have a long night ahead.”
The 800-square-foot place was decorated in a style much like her personality: bright, warm, and artsy. My eyes grew Oreo-round upon sighting a plethora of fun and funky clocks lining a far wall.
Turning, my eyes rounded even more. “Oh my goodness! Is that a cat or a mammoth loaf of bread?” A huge cubic-shaped fuzzball, which had to weigh twenty-five pounds, rested on a gold-and-copper ottoman.
She sniffed with feigned affront. “That, my dear JJ, is Mr. Percival Abernathy Katt. And he"s merely big-boned.”
Laughing, I slipped off runners and placed t
