CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
When I got back, I found Andi still in bed sleeping, which surprised me since she had to go to work today. Curled up by her side slept ‘Catt Damon’, an orange ball of purring fur that didn’t move, except to lift his head and give me a sleepy, near silent meow in greeting. She had told me where she hid her spare key outside, and I let myself in and set the kettle to boil before heading to the bedroom.
I half lay across the bed, my legs over the side, and brushed the dark silky strands of hair away from her head.
“Hey sleeping beauty, how’s the head?”
Her green eyes seemed dull and droopy. “Uuuhhh thumping. I’m not going into work today. I feel totally fucked.”
“Hey, not yet you don’t. I only just got here,” I joked.
She smiled weakly back. “Where you been, babe?”
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