She’s wearing white lace panties and a white dress shirt of mine. That’s it. Nothing else. Oh, wait. She’s got a kitten in her arms. “Hey, you,” she says as I drop my bag. “We missed you.” I tear my gaze away from her for a hot second, doing a double take when I take a better look at Athena. “Is my cat wearing clothes?” “Oh, this little thing?” Everly plucks at the blue shirt she’s somehow wrestled the cat into.
