Chapter 13

And now he lay in bed, eyes wide. He should write, he knew that. Another few hours and he’d be close to finishing his freelance piece, but it wasn’t due for more than two weeks and he’d be better off waiting until he could focus a little more.

He heard noise in the hall, the sound of something rattling against the wood floors, and he knew the kittens were outside his door.

The office. Oliver had seen a bookshelf in the office. He could borrow something. At least then he could distract his mind enough to relax, and maybe eventually get some sleep.

He hopped up, flipping on the bedside lamp. He stepped into the sweats from that morning and pulled a new T-shirt from his drawer.

The kittens were just outside, and they scurried away as soon as they saw him.

“Nice to see you too.”