The Seraphina Donavan Collection: Contemporary - Plot & Excerpts
There was a second bedroom in the apartment, but it had no bed in it yet. She'd exchanged her damp nightgown for a pair of yoga pants and a UK sweatshirt. Boone's hoodie was draped over her curled up legs, covering her bare toes. The kitten was tucked against her chest, huddling beneath her chin and purring so loud it was a wonder the windows didn't rattle. “How can you possibly produce that much noise?” she asked. The kitten responded by stretching out her front legs and arching her back, her claws scraping against Caroline's neck before she once again tucked herself into a tight, purring ball. The small kitten was content, at least. Which was more than could be said of her. The scene with Boone replayed in her mind. She'd known about his crush when they were younger. He'd been fourteen to her sixteen and that had seemed like such a vast difference then, and honestly it had been. It's not such a big difference in your thirties. The little voice was at it again, chipping away at her arguments and making her question the safe distance she'd tried to maintain over the years.
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