CHAPTER 12
TWO MORE HOURS. Two more hours of Joe, and after last week I doubted class would be followed by weak tea and an all-day breakfast. Not that I needed breakfast. After our little chat, Dane had upped the ante and brought me pastries from Patisserie Valerie every single day. If I saw another croissant, I’d probably be sick. Not only that, I suspected he’d started buying cat toys in bulk, because Thor, Loki, and Beyla had enough furry mice to start their own pet shop and Thor in particular was in a perpetual state of euphoria because of all the catnip he’d been eating.
“I got what you asked for,” Marie whispered, handing over a folder full of printouts as if they were contraband.
I peered inside. Wow. These gigolos weren’t shy about letting it all hang out, were they?
“Leo’s my
