Page 134 of No Need to Run
Violet’s gaze drifts back to the little fluff ball in her arms. “Something softer,” she says. “Something that doesn’t match what she did earlier. Something that fits her now that she’s calm.”
I glance at her. “Like?”
She hesitates for a moment, then says, “Luna.”
I repeat it quietly. “Luna.”
The kitten shifts again, a soft sound coming from her like she approves.
I huff out a quiet breath. “Yeah. Okay. I like that.”
She beams at me.
Before I can stop myself, I blurt out, “Our kitten’s going to be spoiled.”
I freeze.
Something cold slides down my spine.
Why the hell does that feel… right?
Violet doesn’t say anything.
Doesn’t react.
But I feel the shift.
Why did I say that?
I clear my throat.
“I mean—your kitten,” I correct quickly. “Since you’re taking her home.”
Smooth.Very smooth.
Freaking idiot.
“No, you’re right. She’s ours.” Violet’s tone is soft, and so is the expression on her face. “We both found her.”
That’s true.
Although “found” isn’t the word I’d use for my initial meeting with Luna.
More like… ambushed.
I swallow hard.
Violet’s stirring things inside me I’ve never felt before.
She and I went on a date. Or, I think it was. We didn’t officially label it, but it seemed like one.
And now we’ve jumped straight from that to sharing a cat.
I don't know what I'm supposed to think anymore.
We pull into her driveway a few minutes later.
I take in the large house in front of me. Even in the dark, it’s large and imposing.
