I nodded my head.
“Need a hug?” he asked.
I could fall in love with this man.
“No,” I said, smiling. “I wish I had my cat, though.”
“You’d hug your cat and not me?” he looked affronted. And then he said, “Wait! Why haven’t you got your cat?”
“Can’t have pets here,” I said.
“That sucks.”
“Yeah.”
“Although, why anyone would want a cat is beyond me.”
“You’re not a cat person?” I asked.
He shuddered dramatically.
“Licking their butts then licking your hand, turning up their noses at you, sitting on the bench where you make your jam butty. What’s not to like?”
I laughed. He grinned at me.
“Dog man, huh?” I asked, sipping my drink.
“Loyal to the bone,” he said.
He swung his arm up along the couch, his fingers perilously close to my shoulder.
“Do you have a dog?” I asked.
“No,” he said, watching me.
I stared down at my lap and said nothing.
“What’s your cat’s name?” he asked.
“Whisper,” I whispered.
“Huh. Cool name. Does he not meow?”
“Not much, but when he was a kitten, he used to whisper meow to me.”
“Where is he?’ he asked, his tone careful.
“With . . . Sean.”
“He got the cat in the settlement,” he said. It wasn’t a question.
“He’s my cat,” I said.
“Then go get him back.”
I looked up at Michael. Shook my head. “I can’t have pets here.”
He stared at me. I stared at him.
“But I can,” he said.