Luke stared up in disbelief. What the fuck was his cat doing in a tree? A big tree at that. And stuck, from the looks of it. “Greedy!” He shouted a reprimand up to the cat, who stopped meowing long enough to blink in recognition at his new owner. The meow began again, louder as Greedy saw his opportunity to be saved. Luke was relieved that nothing had happened to the cat and he was safe and sound. Sort of. Luke’s relief was quickly followed by annoyance. “You’ll have to get him out of the tree,” Sheri said, her hand across her forehead to shield the sun as she gazed up in concern. “No way.” He eyed the big tree with horror. “I’m not climbing up there for a damn cat. He got up there. He can get himself down.” Right? If he climbed up, he should be able to climb down. In theory. “What if he falls?” The thought made a pain rip through his chest.
