Icebound (Boundless Players, #1)

by Meredith Trapp

Now, I'm counting down the minutes until I can get home to my cat.

You can snap if you need to, just don’t break on me.”

I’ve lived with anxiety long enough that panic attacks are more frequent than my period,

Life would be so much easier if I could dim my emotions with a simple flip. I’d keep my anxiety turned off and my sarcastic quips turned on.

Anxiety might suck me into the whirlpool of my life, but I always come up for air.

“You named your cat Chicken? Why? Does he eat chickens?”

He looks like he’s in his late twenties, maybe early thirties. I drop my gaze to his ring finger. It’s bare, which means he must microwave puppies or something equally horrific because no one looks like him and stays single unless they’re hiding some serious flaws.

“I don’t hate surprises. I just like knowing where we’re going so I can plan ahead and read the menu.”