KarenW859:WITH A WOMAN!
TeaTimeSue:And a BLACK CAT. I rewound it three times.
I exhale slowly. “Jesus Christ.”
He keeps going.
JaniceTJustCurious:I didn’t even know he liked people, let alone cats.
MarkDJustSaying:Is this the same Sebastian Locke who didn’t come to the block party?
Ivy makes a strangled sound somewhere between laughter and delight. “I’m obsessed.”
Drew snorts. “There are forty-seven comments. Someone zoomed in on your sweatshirt, Ivy.”
HeatherLDetailsMatter:Someone zoomed in—pretty sure the woman was wearing one of his sweatshirts.
LindaPLovesTea:I’m sorry but this is the most exciting thing that’s happened on Old Mill Row in YEARS.
Drew adds, “Oh—and someone started a poll about whether the cat is yours or hers.”
Ivy grins. “He chose Sebastian over me.” She looks down at the cat. “Traitor.”
I wiggle my brows at her. “He has good taste.”
She snorts, but the sparkle in her eyes says she agrees.
But my happiness is short-lived. One look at the comments in the Facebook group and my mood sours.
The thing is—I expect to feel exposed. Irritated. Defensive.
Instead, I feel… resigned.
And, disturbingly, a little amused.
TomR_RingCam:Poll idea:
Thumbs up:Cat is his
Heart:Cat is hers
Cat Emogi:Cat was kidnapped
KarenW859:I voted “cat chose him.”
Anonymous Member:Has anyone checked if this means Halloween decorations are allowed again?
TeaTimeSue:I just want to know the cat’s name.
Admin (Old Mill Row HOA): Please remember to keep comments respectful and avoid speculation.
MarkDJustSaying:Too late.
I pinch the bridge of my nose. “I should have stayed masked.”
Ivy beams at me, completely unapologetic. “Too late. You’ve been domesticated.”
“Masked?” Drew’s eyebrows are raised.
