Chapter 28

“Sorry, cat. No human food. It’s not good for you, or so Mrs. Smythe said.”

Rob would have sworn the cat pouted at Darren’s words.

After lunch, the men spent most of the afternoon playing fetch with Smokey.

“He’s insatiable,” Darren grumbled at one point.

Rob laughed. “Wait until he finds a mouse in the basement and brings it to you.”

“There hadn’t better be any down there, but just in case…” He went to close the basement door, which he habitually left open. Smokey followed, looking miffed when the door shut. He sat there for a few minutes before coming back to the living room. By then the men were watching TV. The cat jumped onto the sofa, lying between them, his head on Darren’s thigh.

Wish that was me. Rob was shocked at that thought. Still, it was the truth, he realized. It won’t ever happen, though. I’m sure I’m not his type. Even if I was, I’ll be gone soon enough, so I’ll never find out.