Chapter 110: Abby

She looked out into the bright sunshine outside the kitchen window. It was a gorgeous August day...as long as she stayed inside the house. It was too hot outside, even up in the mountains, but inside...she got to admire the sunshine without having to be baked in it.

She heard a hiss, a low woof, and then a yowl as Jasmine and Maggie Mae took off up the stairs. She could hear them tearing around the second story, a bump, and then a crash. With a half laugh, half cry, Abby dried her hands and headed up the stairs herself. If these two didn't kill each other soon, she might do it for them.

Ever since she'd moved into Wyatt's place – her childhood home – a month ago, they'd been doing their best to assassinate each other, often sneaking up on each other when one or the other was daring to actually take a nap. She figured they'd learn to like each other...right about the time the last lamp in the house was broken.