"Well, well, well," Travis said, strolling up to Bernadette in the library parking lot. "You must've not invited Cass, which means this is another date. I'm beginning to think you like me or something."

Studmuffin chirped as he stuck out his murder mitten for a fist-paw bump. Travis, of course, obliged his best friend.

"That's a definite yes from him." I chuckled as I handed him my wriggling familiar through the open window. "But no, I didn't invite Cass to come. No, this ...