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You guys are seriously the best. From the cat rescue to the boyfriend lessons, I can’t thank you enough.

But consider breakfast a start. After I did some morning yoga, I made something for all of you. It’s chia seed pudding—chia seeds, coconut milk, and mangoes. I left a bag of ground beans from the local coffee shop on the counter, too, and some Earl Grey for Rhys.

Good luck at the obstacle course today. Donut is staying at the house, so if you can let her out to do her business before you go I would be so grateful.

And thanks for being such great temporary boyfriends. There’s a picture in the group text for you.

On a yawn, I grab my phone and open it, clicking on the icon of a cat and a shocked cat face emoticon.

Briar: I call this her boudoir series.

Laughing, I click open the pic of Frances Furbottom. “Holy shit,” I mutter.

Hollis: You didn’t tell us Mrs. Furry Butt had a second career.

Briar: She didn’t tell me.

Rhys: You really need to work on her confidence.

Briar’s silver tabby is lounging on a fluffy white pillow, stretched on her side, looking like a painting.

Hollis: She looks like Odalisque.

Gavin: Do you do that on purpose?

Hollis: Do what?

Gavin: Use those fancy words.

Hollis: Yes. I do it to communicate. Is that hard for you?

Gavin: Odalisque, dude? Really, who says that?

Hollis: It’s the name of a fucking painting. La Grande Odalisque to be precise.

Gavin: My point exactly.

Hollis: By Ingres.

Gavin: Dude. Doily was bad enough. Now a painter?

Hollis: I took art history in college!

Gavin: Oh well, look at you.

Hollis: Yes, mock me for being educated.

Rhys: Briar, it’s like watching a tennis match, isn’t it?

Briar: It sure is. Impressive, too, that you can walk, text, and drink tea.

Rhys: I’m good at multitasking.

Ah, that explains where Rhys is right now. He must be walking her to her yoga workshop. My phone pings again.

Gavin: Yes, thank you, Briar. I can’t wait.

Hollis: And I’m about to dig into the breakfast. Thank you!

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