“If you don’t mind a roommate, I have a spare bedroom,” Shane said. He chuckled into his coffee. “And before you think this is a handout, you’d get half the rent and utilities and half of a cat that adopted me.” I raised an eyebrow. “A cat adopted you?” He shrugged. “Little fucker showed up when I was moving in, walked in the door like he owned the place, plopped his furry ass on my couch, and hasn’t left.”
