Russell stared at the phone number Angelo had given him. He must be insane. Or really, really, really desperate.
“Yeah, that describes it pretty damn well, doesn’t it?”
Nutcase sat on the settee table and watched him pace the length of the boat and back.
He reached out to scratch the cat’s head. She shied away in time to avoid being whacked by the phone he’d forgotten he was holding.
“Well, there are two choices. I can either agonize over this for another half hour and then it will be too late to decently call in which case I’ll be truly screwed. Or I can stop being such a wimp and dial the damn phone.”
Nutcase carefully licked a paw and scraped it across the fur between her ears.
“You’re no help at all, are you?”
She licked the other paw and went after a spot beside her nose. Cats
