CHAPTER NINE
I awoke Saturday morning to two bright green eyes inches from my face. Unfortunately, they were not the green eyes of Clint but of the grumpy, twenty-five pound cat sitting on my chest waiting for his breakfast kibbles. Who needs an alarm clock when they have a cat with a bottomless stomach and no boundaries?
I stretched, patted Ferdie and gently pushed him to the floor. I got up and walked to the kitchen to feed him and start my morning coffee.
It was my Saturday to work. I hurried to jump in the shower while my coffee perked and burbled away on the counter. My bathroom was a glorious flamingo pink with black accents. Even the toilet was pink. As I dried myself off, I inspected my face in the gilt mirror over the sink. I had long, strawberry-blonde curls and unlike some re
