Chapter 7Dinner had gone well, filled with good food (despite missing gluten) and many inside jokes that Matthew was soon brought into the loop on, but I was glad when it was done. We set-up the cat up in our place, though we would need to pack her up again in a few days in order to make it to Tate’s family’s house for their holiday celebrations. They only lived forty minutes away, thirty on a good traffic day, but we usually stayed the night. So we’d have to take the cat.
And Matthew, too?
I wanted to ask that question to both of them right away, but I was still too buzzed on red wine and inane holiday chatter. I left the cat alone to explore and met Tate and Matthew in the living room where they were pouring more drinks.
“Oh no,” I said, holding up a hand. “I think I’m even more drunk
