“It’s a quiet neighborhood,” Loki said with a brief smile. ”and no, not particularly. Macrowafter found me, and he’s the sole lord and master of my household. Silly me—before acquiring a cat, I considered myself to be the most evolved creature on this planet.”
“Welcome to life as a cat slave. I’ve got four.” She tilted her head to one side, eyeing him. “Do I want to know why his real name is Macrowafter? Or is this like the story of why Doc is called Doc?”
“Four.” Loki’s eyebrows rose. ”Astonishing you have any time to call your own.” He shifted Macrowafter to rest in the crook of one arm, sliding his other hand into his trouser pocket. ”…it is a rather lengthy story.”
“After the first two they’re self-amusing.” Summer let herself have a little moment to admire the very fine man standing there, eyes flicking up and down his lithe frame, before she reined herself in. No use getting caught up in someone so obviously closed off. You didn’t have to be an empath to read that.
“I’m sorry, am I keeping you? If you get me started on certain things I have to be shut up, and I’m afraid cats is one of them.” Summer gave a self-deprecating shrug and a sardonic little laugh. “Just because I’ve nothing to do with my time right now, I forget the same isn’t true of others.”