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She snored softly

“It’s not even a full ave her a little shake “Penelope”

Nothing

He stared at her then dropped his head back on his headrest, considering the best option now He could call her cousins, the three Carter sisters ned Three Chicks Brewery—a local craft brewery that was looking for its big break getting their locally famous beer, Foxy Diva distributed within North A But soher to the station’s drunk tank, but that wasn’t quite right either

“Let’s just hope your trouble doesn’t beco the car in drive

Chapter Two

Everything hurt when Penelope woke the next ue lay dry in her h Bad shots Bad, bad shots” It took an e amount of time for her to realize she wasn’t in her bedroom at her cousins’ house, but she was in a , dark wood furniture filling up the space She slowly pushed up to sitting, taking a quick inventory of herself Her sweater and leggings frolass of water and a note that read: Drink Me Set next to th

e water were two painkillers and another note that read: Don’t Forget Us! She did as instructed and downed both quickly, her head thu a party inside of her skull

The water hit her tongue first, a sweet relief, followed by her sto her that she enty-seven years old, not twenty-one, and shots were a terrible idea Very, very bad idea She returned the glass of water to the side table, when a lol snapped her focus to the end of the bed

There sat an orange cat that obviously ate more than he exercised His broas a tad darker than the rest of his face, giving him a scowl “Hi, kitty,” she said “I’m a nice human Promise”

The cat hissed, lurched forward, and swatted at her

Penelope screa to climb onto the headboard The cat ended up directly in front of her, hissing and showing teeth “Help,” she screa to kill me!”

Loud footsteps thundered up an obvious staircase and then drew closer A beat later, the bedroom door whisked open Penelope was momentarily stunned by who entered the bedroom: the manly six-foot-two, scruffy-bearded, dark brown-haired man that had stolen her heart when she was seventeen years old The man who she coet serious with anyone because everyone else seeainst Darryl Wilson

When her gaze connected with his a Christ on the fountain…sloppily flirting with him… Dear God! Her cheeks burned, and suddenly the cat wasn’t her biggest threat

“Ebenezer, no!” Darryl snapped, charging into the roo the cat up, who hissed, bit, then clawed his ar the room