MARTHA POV
*CLUMSY- FERGIE*
The phone lit up in my hand.
No new messages.
Of course.
Because it was seven-forty-three.
After office hours.
I groaned and let my head fall back against the couch.
Fluffy made a sound. Not helpful at all.
I unlocked the screen, opened Caelin’s chat, and stared at the blinking cursor like it was personally responsible for the collapse of my dignity.
“No,” I said.
Fluffy’s ears went down.
“Don’t look disappointed in me. You don’t pay taxes.”
He kept looking.
I locked the phone.
Then unlocked it again.
Then locked it again, because apparently I had become a woman who needed adult supervision around a messaging app.
MrBigshot jumped onto the coffee table and sat beside Fluffy like a very small, very evil judge.
“Wonderful,” I muttered. “A jury of
