She stopped and waited for me, rolling her eyes when I set Moth down. “Honestly, the way you coddle that cat . . . I thought you didn’t like him?”
“I don’t. He deliberately dribbled cat food on my foot and kicked the lid off his litter box so the litter sprayed all over my sleeping bag.”
“You sure keep him around you a lot for someone who doesn’t like him.”
I glared down at the big white cat walking alongside me. “He’s a great big hairy pain in the butt.”
“Methinks the lady doth protest too much,” CJ said in her best Shakespearean voice.
“Methinks the lady hath no other choice. Hey, what do you know about Veronica? Was she really . . . er . . . you know. With Walker?”
CJ shrugged and raised her hand when a couple of people sitting around a campfire called out a greeting. “They’re min
