I sigh. Of all things to be outraged about, I had a feeling June would pick this one. “The hotel has a no-pet policy. He said he can get it changed, but it’ll take until the next board meeting.”
“I don’t get it,” June harrumphs, crossing her arms. “I thought he owned the place. Can’t he just do whatever he wants?”
Oh, he does. If the way he behaved in my shop is anything to go by, Matvey Groza is the kind of man who only learns the rules so he can better break them. But it didn’t feel like a hill worth dying on—sorry, Mr. Buttons—so I didn’t.
This is just for a few weeks, anyway.
“It’s okay, June,” I reassure my best friend as we pack up the last of my clothes. “Really.”
“Doesn’t feel okay to me,” June grumbles. She drops cross-legged on the bed with Mr. Buttons in her lap. “None of t
