Chapter Two
Fitz followed me into the breakroom and padded right to a sunbeam that came through the big window in there. I grabbed a granola bar and poured myself a cup of coffee to ensure I could make it through the rest of the day with as much energy as I needed.
It wasn’t long before Connor tapped on the door. Fitz watched with interest from his sunbeam as I walked over and opened the door to let him in. Seeing Connor, he trotted over and wound himself through his legs, purring loudly.
“See? I’m likeable,” said Connor, reaching down to pick up the cat and sit in one of the chairs with him.
I raised my eyebrows. “Is that in question?” Connor was a likeable guy. He was an extrovert, he was funny. He was interesting, too, with lots of stories from his work in emergency medicine. He cou
