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"What's up with the hell spawn?" Munch pointed to the tiger-striped tabby balancing on the sofa, uncomfortably close to his shoulder. "Hairy little bugger. I had this suit cleaned last May."
She pressed her hand against his back, brushing away cat hair.
"Gladiator's a sweetheart." Serena said, pulling the ottoman closer, handing him the stack of photos.
"Yum, this looks like fun. Multiple decapitations are my favorite." He dropped the pictures into his briefcase, straightened his tie, "Next time, we could meet at the office."
The corners of her mouth turned up.
"John, you're not usually my type, but…"