I retrieve the trapped mouse and hold it in the air. Maren doesn’t flinch. “Will’s going to be thrilled.” “Unlike Jamie.” I smirk. Maren laughs, shrugging off her brown wool coat. “That did look suspect for a moment. Is that why she was holding on to you for dear life?” “No. She suddenly felt really horny. I tried to push her away, but—” Maren snorts. “I’m not buying that one.” She collapses onto the sofa and checks her phone. Good. I don’t want her to buy it. “I’m going to toss Mickey in the trash and make sure our new roomie isn’t stuck in the corner of the shed in the fetal position.”
