Two for Tea: Welcome to Azathé (Cambric Creek #4)

by C.M. Nascosta

Maybe everyone is miserable all the time, and you’re just the only one who’s shit at hiding it.

Mom is on a low-fat everything kick right now, all we have in the house is vanilla made with skim milk and it tastes like the dessert equivalent of forgetting why you walked into the room.

Calling her a good girl was the fastest way to drench her panties, and doing so in combination with freeing her from the arduous task of thinking was her personal catnip.

“That must be lonely for you. But wait, you talk to me.” “I do,” they agreed, and she could sense the shadows shifting as the little cat brought in a new patron. “And you are enough.” “I’m not good company most of the time,” she argued, but they cut her off, their voice right at her ear, and the nearness made her shiver in desire. “You are always enough.”

Grief was a bruise on her heart, but her heart was still capable of doing other things.