Leander followed Caiden up to the kitchen. “Can I help?” he asked when Caiden started digging through the fridge.
“No. Sit and…unwind, I guess.”
Leander chuckled quietly. “Perhaps I should. I’ve never nearly drowned before. It’s not something I want to try again.” Not that he’d been close to drowning. He wouldn’t have pulled that ruse if he wasn’t a very good swimmer. He didn’t have a death wish.
“I would think not.” Caiden began putting together ham and cheese sandwiches as Styge crept into the room. The cat made a wide circle around Leander to sit at Caiden’s feet. “Decided food is more important than continuing to be in a snit, huh?” Caiden said, dropping a small piece of ham. Styge caught it before it hit the floor.
“You said he’s a rescue?” Leander said.
“Yes. When I got him, the
