Chapter Twenty-Five
“Hey there, you.” Chris stroked his cat, Tuffy, who’d appeared through the cat door and was meowing and demanding attention before hopping onto the easy chair and curling up for a day of sleep. Ivy was changing back into her clean clothes, and Chris was trying to figure out what to do next. After choking down a quiet breakfast of bacon and eggs, which had seemed tasteless, he’d drunk three cups of coffee, and the caffeine buzz was now kicking in, which was probably not a good thing, considering his anxiety was already ramped up.
“Cute cat,” Ivy said as she stepped into the small boxy living room. “Didn’t know you had animals.” She wore her light baggy T-shirt and fitted blue jeans, her dark hair brushed straight and loose.
“Cat, one only. The city and my time don’t a
