twelve
Chase
As soon as Twyla opened the door to her condo, I could tell she was upset. She put up a good front, but it was clear from the lost sparkle in her hazel eyes.
When she told me her ass of an ex had reached out to her, I wanted to demand that she give me his number so I could set him straight. I kept my caveman instincts in check because she’s not mine. But my invite to dinner is because the thought of her alone in her apartment, moping, grates on me.
She said she wanted to change into something more comfortable, so I return to my apartment. Just like when I arrived here a half hour ago, Zeus trots over, tail straight up in the air, and rubs himself on my legs—leaving a trail of cat hair in his wake. My black athletic pants are full of hair now.
Ignoring the cat, I go into t
