Chapter Six
Grace
The sip of strawberry margarita slid smoothly across my tongue and down my throat. I set the glass down on the counter, glancing over when Wayne meowed from where he sat on the windowsill looking out into the darkness.
“What?” I asked.
Wayne simply meowed again. I surmised he thought he saw something in the dark outside, even though he could barely see. Of course, the vet said his hearing was still going strong, so only he knew what he might’ve heard. After a moment, he leaped off the windowsill and walked to the door, his tail twitching back and forth as he meowed again.
“Boone’s not here,” I commented.
I rolled my eyes and glanced away. Ever since Boone had moved into the other side of the duplex, Wayne had taken to lingering by the door. He’d never done that befo
