“She did.”
I told him about the appointment change and how well she’d been eating. He asked if she was still tolerating the ear gel, then listened while I explained how much depended on whether she saw me open the drawer.
“You need a less conspicuous drawer.”
“I need a less observant cat.”
“Good luck with that.”
He wasn’t looking at his phone or edging back toward his office. I shifted my duffel to my other shoulder.
“You’ve had quite a week yourself,” I said.
“I’ve noticed.”
“The hot man in the hot suit.”
“You’d think I didn’t have a name.”
“I’ve been telling people it’s right there on the team’s website.”
“Thank you for your support.”
“You could wear a name tag next time.”
“Wouldn’t help,” he said. “I was sitting beside a cat in a matching harness. I could have been naked, and she would still get more attention.”
“That would have complicated the seating arrangements.”
“But you would have noticed.”
I laughed, and his smile widened.
“Somebody would have told me,” I said.
He wasn’t wearing a jacket. His sleeves were rolled to his elbows, and there was a faint crease across one cheek, as though he’d been leaning on his hand at his desk. Up close, I could see more gray in his dark hair than I’d noticed at the wedding. It suited him.
So did the shirt. It fit close across his chest and shoulders, and I wondered what he did to keep in that kind of shape. He didn’t use the team’s gym.
I knew Mark could get a roomful of impatient players through a photo shoot without anyone wanting to kill him, and I knew he remembered things about my cat.
Apparently, there was still a lot I didn’t know.
“Anyway,” he said. “Got a minute Friday? Nothing bad. Might even be fun.”
I looked at him.
That was how Mark asked for something. By the time he got to the actual favor, you were supposed to be reassured and a little curious.
“Is this about Peaches?”
“She’s involved.”
“Does she need to attend?”
“I thought I’d start with the member of the household who answers email.”
“She reviews my decisions.”