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I paused.
Sod it, I was going to roll with it.
I finished up the chapter and saved a copy of the document, along with the one that had my discarded paragraphs in. After attaching them both to an email directed to both my agent and editor with my concerns, I shut down my laptop and pushed back my chair.
I was going to take a bath and pretend that Max did not exist in my world.
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CHAPTER NINE
MAX
That FuckingCatWoman
Ellie’s fucking cat was going to be the death of me.
She could swear blind that she was closing and locking all the windows and doors, but she clearly wasn’t. There was no way that cat was escaping without an easy route unless he’d dug an escape with his own two paws.
Hell, maybe he had.
I’d swung by the lodge before I’d headed back to the house, and she hadn’t been lying. All the windows and doorswereshut. Granted, she might have closed them before she’d gone hunting for him, but I wasn’t sure.
I was no cat expert, but even I knew that you always left a window open for them to come back in when they escaped.
The fact she hadn’t done that said a lot.
Unless she was just trying to convince me that she had no idea how he escaped.
Shit, I didn’t know.
I did know that the cat had some kind of magical power that allowed it to circumvent her attempts to keep it inside.
It was the weirdest damn cat I’d ever come across.
I boiled the kettle and pulled my phone out of my pocket right as Edward walked in. “Morning, Edward.”
“Good morning, Max,” the older man said with a smile. “Did you enjoy your run?”
“I’ve had better ones. The tenant’s cat escaped again.”
“Ah. Ellie, isn’t it? Sit down, I’ll make that for you.”
I knew better than to argue with him.
“Yes, that’s her name,” I confirmed.
“I thought I saw you with a young lady yesterday morning. I assume that was her?”
I nodded.
“Sam hasn’t stopped talking about her ever since your grandmother said she was coming to stay. She loves her books, but she’s too nervous to introduce herself and ask for her to sign her paperbacks.”
My lips tugged to one side. Samantha, his wife, and my grandmother got on like a house on fire—and their opposing personalities were exactly why. “You won’t be surprised to hear that Grandma went over there the day after she arrived and invited her to the book club next week. Why doesn’t Sam go?”
“I don’t have the money to bail her out of prison when she kills May.” Edward’s brown eyes twinkled with silent laughter as he set a cup of tea down in front of me.
“Ah. I forgot about their long-running feud.”
