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Most of all, I wanted to know the results of his blood test. I needed to know that he was okay. So on the second day, I broke down and texted him.
Duffy: Did you get your blood test results yet?
Riggs: Yes.
Duffy: Are you going to share them with me?
Riggs: No.
Arsehole. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, sitting on the edge of the settee, where I’d slept the last couple of nights, breathing in traces of his scent.
Duffy: Shall I be expecting you at some point this century?
Riggs: If you’re asking if I’ll make it to our interview on Oct 22nd, the answer is yes.
Duffy: It is not what I’m asking at all.
Duffy: Have you moved out?
Riggs: I still have my equipment there, don’t I?
Then where the bloody hell was he? I decided I was fed up with his attitude.
Duffy: Dunno. Do you? I just might toss it out to make some space for my own stuff.
Riggs: You will do no such thing.
Duffy: . . .
Riggs: Don’t do anything stupid, Poppins.
Four hours later, Riggs walked through the door. He actually looked quite cheerful, which made me perk up at first. Then I realized it wasn’t his reunion with me that was making him happy. He was holding something between his palms. Hopefully not acid to throw in my face. Gingerly, I got up from the settee and strolled over to him. His photography equipment was still tucked in the corner of the living room, in one piece.For now.
“What’re you holding?” I asked, suspicious. His grin was far too big for it to be something I’d be happy to see.
“It starts with aCand ends with aT.”
I made a face. “Don’t tell me you brought a cunt over. I thought we’d agreed indiscretions would be left out this door.”
He actually chuckled a bit before frowning, remembering that I was his new public enemy. He opened his palms. Inside sat the most ridiculously tiny and adorable kitten. It was all black with bright-blue eyes. It was caked in mud, with crusty eyes and very little meat on it.
A stray. Of course he took in a stray. That’s how he viewed himself.
I swallowed hard. “My landlord doesn’t allow pets.”
“That’s not true. When we made the house rules, you said you’d never asked.” Riggs proceeded into the living room, a cardboard box tucked under his arm. He lowered the cardboard box by the coffee table, and I saw that there was cat food, two bowls, and a little kitty bed there. “I’ll go back down to get the tray and litter in a sec, Micko.”
“You gave it aname?”
He put the kitty in its bed, and it yawned happily, stretching its legs.
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s mine.”
“We can’t keep it.” Again, I found myself following him as he headed over to the kitchenette.
“We can, and we are.” Riggs grabbed the Sharpie by the fridge, stood in front of our laminated list, and crossed out another one of our house rules nonchalantly.
House Rules
