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“I’m a professional cat sitter.”

He blinks once, twice, a third time, and then throws his head back and guffaws. It draws the attention of the surrounding tables, which in turns makes my face feel hot. When I don’t join in, his expression sobers and his eyes round with shock. “You’re serious?”

This coming from a guy who went into alien studies because of a Reese’s Pieces-–loving Hollywood-created extra-terrestrial. “Yup. I own my own business.”

He frowns. “You can make a living off of that?”

This isn’t an uncommon reaction to my job, but it is frustrating. “There’s a woman who makes six figures from farting in jars. Why can’t cat sitting be lucrative enough to pay the bills?”

“Cats are kind of assholes, though. Like, dog sitting I get. They need to be let out and taken for walks. Cats are just doorstops that crap in a box,” Bryce says.

“They’re just as affectionate as dogs, and they need just as much love and care,” I argue.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, which is a relief because I’m getting heated. More than just in my face. I check the message, half hoping it’s an emergency. It’s not urgent, but it is Miles. Listening to Bryce crap all over my job isn’t my idea of a good time. But if Miles were here…On a whim made out of panic and kneejerk reactions, I invite him to the pub. It isn’t until after I hit the Send button that I realize it probably isn’t the best idea to invite the guy I have a crush on to a pub with my sister and her friends.