twenty
After Jason Brooke had declared that they’d all been working hard, it was decided that Thursday would be a rest day. Elizabeth was still up early, having been woken by the sound of crashing and banging, and she padded into the living area, yawning and stretching. Josh was chasing Tinkerbell around the flat, bare-chested and with nothing on his feet. Elizabeth winced as he stubbed his toe on the coffee table.
‘Friggin’ hell!’ he yelled, rubbing at his wounded digit.
‘What’s wrong?’ Elizabeth frowned and bent to pick up the hissing cat.
‘She’s brought another dead bird in here. I swear she does in on purpose, when Harry’s not here, so I have to clean the s**t up.’
Elizabeth tutted and stroked the cat underneath its chin. ‘You can’t quash centuries of natural hunting behaviour. Po
