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Leaving the wooden door open, he moved back towards the
table, forcing her to step out of his way. As she followed, he
continued, “I am not feeding it. That’s your job. It’s also your
job to catch it and get it a home, and that home is not here,
understood?”
    “Of course.”
She beamed at him.
    Reclaiming his
chair, Mike picked up the mug of tea and took a swallow.
    “Thanks, Mike.”
Picking up her plate, she scraped the uneaten portion of her cake
onto his plate and headed towards the sink, taking swigs of tea
from her mug.
    “Where are you
going?” He watched her curiously as she washed the plate, fork and
mug, and placed them in the draining rack.
    “I need to buy
more kitten food.” Turning to face him, she smiled widely. “Thanks
so much, Mike.”
    “Yeah, well you
owe me.” He pointed the fork at the cake. “It’s going to take more
than this to pay me back.”
    “I won’t forget
this, don’t worry.” Beaming, she hurried from the kitchen. “Thanks
again!”
    She made it
through the front door just as he yelled, “I like chocolate chip
muffins, too!”
    ~*~
    “You are such a
putz,” Alan stated.
    Sitting beside
his fellow cop in the patrol car, Mike had to agree, albeit
silently.
    “A pretty face,
sad expression, and you fell for it,” Alan continued.
    “I thought she
was going to cry.”
    “And that makes
you a putz.” Alan checked the speed gun mounted on the dashboard as
a car went past.
    “And I’m not a
putz,” Mike continued. “I’d already made up my mind anyway.”
    Satisfied the
car was going at the correct speed limit, Alan returned to the
conversation.
    It was a
conversation Mike didn’t want to pursue, but that had never held
Alan back, not in the whole three years Mike had known him. Once
Alan got his teeth into something, he was like a dog with a damned
bone.
    “So, this
stray. How are you going to get rid of it without her knowing?”
    “I’m not.” Mike
didn’t bother to look at his friend.
    “You are
kidding me. You’re going to let this stray hang around, pissing in
your shed?”
    “It’s a kitten,
and I haven’t smelled any piss so far.” Mike glanced at the speed
gun as another car went past. Relaxing back against the seat, he
could feel Alan’s incredulous gaze on him. “I promised Maddy she
could have several days to catch the kitten.”
    “And if she
doesn’t?”
    Mike didn’t
want to even think that far ahead.
    “What then?”
Alan persisted. “You gotta do something about it then.”
    “I’ll figure
that out when the time comes.”
    “Boy, you are
so whipped. You shouldn’t let these women get to you.”
    “I don’t let
women get to me.”
    “Oh, I forgot.
It’s the ladies you let get to you.”
    Mike just
looked at him.
    “Tell me,” Alan
continued, “Why is it that you let certain women get to you, and
others you can simply handcuff and walk away from while they’re
crying their eyes out?”
    “Big
difference.”
    “Huh.”
    “Besides, Maddy
isn’t like that.”
    “Like what? A
crier?”
    “Exactly.”
    “So what is she
like?” Curious, Alan barely glanced at the speed camera as another
car shot past.
    Mike studied
the reading and finding it within the speed limit, he resumed
studying the vehicles on the highway. “Fiery. Stubborn.” Yeah, that
word described Maddy to a T. “Tongue on her that could rip shreds
off your delicate hide, boy.”
    “A
sharp-tongued shrew. Geez, Mike, you’re an embarrassment to us
men.”
    Not bothered in
the slightest, Mike enjoyed the breeze that blew slightly through
the car window.
    A small, pale
blue car shot past them, and the speed gun confirmed it. A speeder.
Alan straightened up in his seat, started the car and had it in
gear and turned around in seconds. Lights and siren on, the patrol
car was hot on the tail of the blue car.
    The driver
obviously knew who they were after, for the indicator went on and
whoever it was pulled over onto the shoulder of the road. Alan got
out and