Chapter 17“I won’t stay long, Booksy. I promise. I know how you look forward to our Saturdays together. I’ll be back in no time.”
Booksy glared at Jules, his tail swishing back and forth, back and forth.
“Don’t pout. You’ll get tuna when I get home.” He patted Booksy on the head, a fleeting caress since Booksy looked ready to claw his eyes out—poor kitty was punishing his human. Jules understood, he’d been preoccupied lately, and it was unfair to Booksy.
“See you soon.” He headed for the door, a knot stuck in his belly. He was being silly, he’d already been to Nix’s once, it was no big deal.
All the way over, he was thinking up plausible reasons for staying home with Booksy, but while he dreaded knocking on Nix’s door, he also wanted to see him. And it was…strange.
Nix’s house came in
