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Loc glanced at the digital clock on the stove and felt a frown crease his brows. Cat had now been gone almost two hours, and he knew that was far longer than she’d said her errand would take. Perhaps she had gotten delayed while talking to the gallery manager, but he doubted she would have allowed herself to be delayed for such a significant amount of time.
He’d come into the kitchen to fetch himself a glass of water, but now that he’d realized how much time had passed, he realized he was not as thirsty as he thought. Worry coursed through him, although he tried to tell himself that there was probably a perfectly logical reason for why Cat was taking so long to get home.
It wasn’t as though he could call her to find out what was going on, because even though he could summon a phone f
