thirteen
Twyla
I hang up the phone with a sigh. I still can’t find a no-kill shelter to take Zeus off Chase’s hands, and so far, the advertisement I put on the local pet finder site has only turned up a bunch of weirdos I would never allow to adopt Zeus.
I’m afraid that if I don’t find somewhere for him to live soon, my little feline friend will wear out his welcome and Chase will get rid of him. Though something tells me he’s not heartless, just has that gruff exterior.
My phone dings in my hand and I see a text from Bryce.
Bryce: Tell your cranky doorman to let us up. We come bearing wine.
I chuckle and type a response.
Me: Good wine or the cheap stuff?
Bryce: Does it matter?
Me: Good point. I’ll call down now.
I call down and ask the concierge to let up Bryce and whoever she’s
