“Thank you.” She raises one brow. “For promising not to screw it up?” “For today.” I figure it’s best to keep it vague. I am grateful, yet somehow still resentful of the way Winnie jumped in with both feet. “Which reminds me—I’ve got another job for you.” “Why do I get the feeling I’m not going to like this job?” she asks slowly. I grin, and Winnie drops the broom. It clatters to the ground, and we both ignore it. “How do you feel about cats?” Her eyes widen. “James, no.” “Your mission, should you choose to accept it—and to be clear, it isn’t optional—is to rid this building of all the
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