Chapter 87
“Bye, buddy.”
Maybe if he was still seeing Trish at Easter, I’d ask him to bring her to dinner, too.
Would Adam be able to stop by that evening? I’d have to ask him.
While I was in the bathroom, I decided I might as well take care of business. Then I washed my hands and opened the bedroom door.
The room was dark, but I could see well enough. Adam and Rául were curled up, back to back, and this time Adam had the covers up around his shoulders.
“Come on, Mina,” I whispered.
She trotted out, her tags making a cheery jingle. Her license had joined the other two tags. I’d need to ask Adam what the engraving on the gold tag said.
I still felt wobbly, so I took the orange juice from the fridge and drank down huge gulps right from the container. There was no one else in the house who’d want any, so I had no qualms about doing that.