Cookie picked up Serena Stanton's scent, and quickly ran to her feet, tilting up its little feline face and mewling, as if trying to act cute and apologize.
Serena glanced at it, barely managing to let out a breath of relief. No broken bones, nothing missing—still healthy and whole.
She turned to Adrian Shaw, putting on impeccable social etiquette. "Sorry, she's been restless lately and loves to run around. I hope she hasn't bothered you."
Since their reunion, she's always been like this: polite, courteous, graceful and dignified, like a robot following carefully programmed procedures.
Handling everything with composure.
Including him.
Adrian's gaze landed lightly on her face. "You spilled the coffee."
Serena averted her eyes, looked aside, and saw the toppled porcelain cup on the table, coffee streaking down along the wood grain.
The situation looked a little dire.
