Page 71 of Saint's Sinner

“It wasn’t.”

“Then I’m glad I stopped.”

“I’ll start bringing things in, you start getting shit ready,” Sinn said as he headed outside.

Bags covered the back seat of the SUV, so Sinn started with them first, leaving the front door propped open as he brought in several at a time. By the time he carried in the beer, Night stood just inside the living room, his head down.

“Umm, Sinn…”

“Yeah?”

“What were you up to while I was gone?”

“Lists, mostly, why? Wondering if I was sprawled somewhere jerking off to thoughts of you?”

Night chuckled at that. “Maybe, but that wasn’t why I asked.”

“Then what was.”

“Him…or her…I’m not sure yet.”

“Huh.”

Night’s arm was outstretched, so Sinn followed the line of it to find a blobby shadow-shape several feet away. When it moved, Sinn blinked, wishing he could make out more than just the motion.

“What is that?”

“A cat. I assumed you knew considering the conversation we had earlier.”

“The fuck?”

“Black n’ white and scrawny,” Night described. “No collar and looking like it’s gearing up to make this place it’s home.”

“Must have wandered in when I had the door open.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Seriously.”

“Okay.”

“Hey, they’re notorious for picking humans rather than allowing themselves to be picked…or rather, picked up.”

“True, but you get to explain that to Saint.”

“Explain what to Saint?” Saint’s voice interrupted.

“Is it just me or is his timing eerily fucking perfect.”

“Tell me about it.”

“What is that?” Saint asked.

“I’ve been told it’s a cat, but I’ve got little choice but to take Night’s word for it.”

“I see.”

“Actually, I think it’s the new house mascot,” Night said. “But you might want to ask it, in case it has other ideas about what it would like to be called.”

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