Mark stared at the two cats who sat in his living room window, their tails swishing in unison. He hadn't expected to see them this morning, if he were honest. He'd expected to see the cats—and Abby—long gone.
One of the cats turned and gave him the evil eye, his whiskers twitching. Mark frowned.
Why the hell hadn't she left?
It was that thought that trailed him as he worked through the morning and afternoon. It was total deja vu from the day prior. Mark insulting Abby, Mark expecting her to leave, Abby staying. He asked Delilah about it, but she only snorted and demanded another nose rub.
He seemed to be in a perpetual cycle of insulting Abby and then apologizing to her. Would he never learn not to insult her in the first place? He winced as he carried hay bales into the barn. Sweat dr
