When I got home that night, there were two vehicles in the driveway, one of them Ryker’s truck. The front door was open, and I heard voices coming from inside. Erasmus wasn’t the type of cat to go wandering off. He was likely making a nuisance of himself with the newcomers, begging for attention.
I entered the house, closing the door behind me, and followed the voices into the kitchen. Ryker was sitting in a chair with his injured foot on another one. Two guys I recognized from one of Ryker’s crews sat in the other two seats at the table, and everyone was having pizza while carrying on a friendly argument over…football, it sounded like. Erasmus was in Ryker’s lap. I was going to have to talk to Mussy about personal space and traitorous acts.
“Making yourselves comfortable?” I asked, and
