ten
Chase
I drop my bag on the floor by the door and head into the kitchen to make a smoothie. I’m not two feet into my apartment when a knock lands on my door, so I circle back around to answer it. I’m not sure why I didn’t expect it to be Twyla.
“You look tired,” Twyla says.
Normally I’d be fixated on her, but she has the cat in the carrier. The cat that was supposed to be dropped off at the shelter today. The damn cat meowed at the bathroom door all night and even closing my bedroom door didn’t drown out its cries.
“Practice and a long, sleepless night will do that.” I arch a brow.
A guilty look washes across her face. She looks down at the carrier and I already know I’m not going to like what’s about to come out of her mouth.
“What’s that thing doing here?” I step back to let he
