“Are you petting me, Dupris?” There’s humor in her voice, and my lips quirk up at the tone. “Are you purring, Tabitha?” She laughs, and I can feel her wide smile against my side. “Maybe. It feels nice. No wonder Cleo loves you so much. You pet a girl like that, and she can’t help but fall.” My heart stutters, but she doesn’t seem to notice. No, the mention of love doesn’t terrify Tabitha in the least. It comes so naturally to her. It’s what captured my attention about her in the first place.
