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So why didn’t it feel that way? And she still had my key.
My phone buzzed, and I pulled it out of my pocket to see a message from my elderly neighbor down the hall. My building had a couple of units per level in our three-floor building, and almost all were occupied. And almost all of them had pets they consulted with me about on a frequent basis—and usually for free.
Mrs. Fields
Your girlfriend stopped by to ask me to look in on Lucky.
I frowned but Mrs. Fields replied before I could answer.
Katherine said she tried to give him more food but she couldn’t undo the lock on his feeder so she asked if I knew it. Your feeder has a lock?
I sent back a quick message.
Clint
The little criminal knew how to open the old one so I got one with a combination. He hasn’t figured out how to open that yet but I expect he will soon.
Figures. He’s a smart one. Anyway, I told her I didn’t know how to open the lock so she told me she’d left a bowl for him instead.
I smiled despite myself. She hadn’t let Lucky down.
Me, however… I was still craving the deli sandwich I’d missed at lunch. The vending machine version just didn’t get the job done.
Yeah, right, as if that was all I was missing.
She also said she put your key on the table in the entryway. She wanted me to tell you all this. Not sure why she didn’t just tell you herself…
Oh, okay, thanks. Sorry for the trouble.
No problem. Your girlfriend is nice. A little different though.
Hope flared inside me. Was she ever.
Did she call herself that?
No. She insisted she wasn’t. She seemed so sweet and kind of shy. As well as a little nervous. I just had a feeling she was. She talked so highly of you. Was I wrong?
Thanks for everything, Mrs. Fields.
I turned off my phone before she could ask more questions I didn’t want to answer.
As I turned around, I noticed the patterned soup bowl poking out from under the sofa. Upon closer examination, I pulled it out to find two measly pieces of dry food left—that Lucky pounced upon as if he was on the verge of starvation.
“So she left you food, huh? Not exactly as desperate as you wanted me to believe.” I ruffled his fur.
When he didn’t give me the paw in retaliation, I scooped him up and carted him into the kitchen to give him some of his tuna mousse in my version of an apology.
He accepted it. At least he accepted the mousse.
With that problem solved, all I had to do now was replenish his feeder, figure out how to deal with Kitty, and get back to work for round two. I only hoped it ended before midnight.
I tugged out my phone and texted my sister Emmaline—ironically, not one of my siblings who had contacted me today. I owed each of them a call back. But she was my sounding board when I had nowhere else to turn.
Clint
I need girl advice.
Em
