Chapter 11

Her eyes were the same color green as her sister’s, and under the bright light above them, he could see that her fur was more of a very dark brown with occasional faint hints of a truer black along her ribs.

“Your hair.” Oliver indicated David’s hair by pointing to his own head. “You two are matchy-matchy.”

“Like too much denim?”

“No such thing.” Oliver grinned and David shook his head.

It was hard to sit with him like this. Not because he and Oliver had struggled to get along. No, that had never been their problem. Their problem had been just the opposite. And when David had fallen, he’d fallen hard. Maybe too hard for someone three years younger than himself.

David’s phone rang, and he managed to pull it from his back pocket without waking the kitten on his lap. It was Taylor and he quickly declined the call, and put it away again.