Chapter Fourteen
I called Grayson from my car. “Are you hanging in there?”
Grayson sounded sort of pitiful, which made me think he was probably feeling better. Before, he’d felt too sick to really feel sorry for himself. “I’m trying,” he said bravely.
“Would a visit from Fitz make you feel any better? He’s practically a therapy animal from all his time cuddling patrons in the library.”
Grayson’s voice sounded a lot more upbeat now. “A visit from you and Fitz would make me feel much better. But make sure you keep your distance; I don’t want to pass this along to you.”
I stopped by the house to get Fitz and my cat carrier. Fitz was just waking up from a nap and stretching in a kitchen sunbeam, an alert look on his furry face.
“Ready to do some visiting?” I asked.
He must have been sle
