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Her brows hiked, and her eyes widened. “You want me to bring Hank to your house?”

Fuck, no. But he didn’t have any other choice. It was either both of them or none of them.

“Yeah.”

Fucking Hank.

Chapter Eighteen

And to think, six months ago Imogene didn’t think she’d ever see Jekyll again. Now, I’m practically living with him.

Packing up her stuff had been no issue. Hank was a different story. Thankfully, Jekyll was able to put him in the carrier without a problem. Now he was sprawled on the recliner as if he owned it.

She’d settled in just as easy.

Imogene set up her computer in his dining room to do most of her work. There was only one thing left before she called it a day. Imogene clasped her hands, staring at the name on the screen. She hadn’t fulfilled Jekyll’s request to call Judy and drop Logan as a client. While he had valid points, and she agreed with him on most, it wasn’t so simple. In fact, it got complicated. Earlier in the day, she’d gotten a group message from Judy. She was informing everyone that Marge had quit unexpectedly which meant her clients would be divided among the group. It was the worst timing. She couldn’t ask for someone else to take Logan when they were down a person. Besides, what did it say about her and her work ethic if she didn’t follow through when things got a little hard and uncomfortable?

Imogene intended on taking every precaution. They would get together in a public place, same as last time. Logan requested they meet at the bar he worked at in Lawry. It didn’t get much better than that. It was close to her apartment, a busy atmosphere with plenty of people, and he’d be under the scrutiny of his boss watching. This was the best-case scenario.

Imogene quickly typed up her confirmation and hit send.

When she heard his footsteps coming down the hall, she quickly closed the top.

Jekyll walked in the room, glanced down at his phone, and furrowed his brows. “I’ll be back in a little bit.”

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head and tucked his phone in his back pocket. “No, just gotta talk to Hyde.”

He grabbed her neck and brushed his lips against hers. I could get used to this. And maybe she would. They hadn’t exactly talked about future plans. But when she envisioned her own, he was there.

She watched Jekyll walk out the door then scanned the living room. The décor screamed minimalist. It was the polar opposite to her pack-rat mentality. Imogene would’ve kept everything if she’d had the space. She’d hated parting with so many of her things when she’d sold her condo and left town.

She made her way across the room. Besides a couch, recliner, one end table, and the biggest television she’d ever seen, it was pretty much bare. She sat on the edge of the recliner, looked down at the shelf on the end table, and squinted. Is that?

Imogene reached to the shelf, pulling out the book. She smiled, flipping through the pages. The binding was well broken in, and some pages were dog-eared. It had obviously been read thoroughly and multiple times. She’d always wondered if he’d actually read it but had no way of knowing. Until now.

It had been a last-minute gift idea. She’d needed to get it approved by her boss, but he’d signed off on it without argument. She slid her finger under the cover and flipped it open. The note she’d written him was still stuck onto the page.

He’d kept it.

Imogene moved to the couch and tucked her legs under her butt, curling into the corner. She could use a reread. Before she had the chance to get settled in, her phone pinged. She pulled it from her pocket and tapped the screen.

Eden: Hi Imogene! This is Eden. How are you?

Imogene responded immediately.

Imogene: Hi Eden!!!! It’s so nice hearing from you. I’m doing good. How are you?

Eden: Good. I was wondering if you’d be able to stop by the shelter? We just realized that not all your paperwork had been filled out, and we need you to sign one more thing. Could you come by today?

Shoot!

Imogene: I’m sorry, I’m not in Lawry. I should be back in a few days. Can I come in on Monday?

She watched the bubbles, then they disappeared without a message. That’s odd. It happened again, and she waited for the message to come through. Then nothing. Was there something wrong with her phone?

Eden: That works. Anytime between eleven and five. I’ll be there.