“You took my gift inside. Did you like it?” I shrug, trying not to think about how many times I sniffed that candle yesterday. “It was a candle.” His expression falls, and the purring stops. “So I did wrong?” “I didn’t say that.” I feel like a jerk now. Like I kicked a puppy…or a kitten. Not that he’s anything like a kitten. The purring returns, and Jrrru grins at me, showing whiskers and that strange cat-like mouth of his. “My offer stands, you know. If you want me to pick up something for you in town, I’m happy to do so.
Jrrru came back to offer his services and to see if Tabitha liked the candle...flirt time ;-)
