Gael watched from the car as Archie handed over the cat. It was interesting. He’d never seen a man so uncomfortable and yet so determined to do the right thing. Had it been Gael, he’d left the cat in the field. It was a f*****g cat.
He chuckled as Archie almost threw himself off the stairs to avoid the woman trying to hug him. Maybe he was a germaphobe, though the fear of walking out the door seemed more agoraphobic.
The door to the house closed and Gael started the car—finally they could get going. He waited for Archie to get in, and waited, and waited. Where the f**k did he go? With a growl, he leaned over the passenger seat to look out the window.
Archie was tiptoeing around cracks in the sidewalk. Gael groaned. He had noticed him walking through the flowerbeds earlier but thought he
