Chapter Fifteen
That night I was the one to close up. I never really minded it. There’s something nice about being in there alone with tons of books for company. And now, of course, with Fitz. He seemed tired too, despite all the napping he’d done during the day on various patrons’ laps. He was curled up on his cat bed with his tail curled around his nose. I gave him a few long rubs and heard his deep-throated purr as he lazily opened one eye to look at me before letting it drop down again.
This time I felt the same frisson of fear that happened at my house last night. I shrugged it off, irritated. I could sit at home behind closed doors 24 hours a day, but what kind of a life was that? I didn’t want to allow the note writer to make me feel worried about living my life.
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