QUOTE : she drunk?” I growled and Lyla gave me an apologetic look, though it wasn’t her fucking responsibility. “She had some bad news today,” Adam murmured to me. “Her friend’s step-brother’s cat died.” “That’s a very far removed cat,” I balked. “I mean, it’s sad and all, but was she really that close to her friend’s step-uncle’s-” “Step-brother!” Bella shrieked. “And you didn’t know Mr Whiskerton like I did, JJ. So don’t you go around telling me whose cat I can and can’t care about.” She came apart, wailing and burying her face in Lyla’s shoulder. “Alright, alright,” I gave in. “Take a night off for the cat.” I pointed to the door. “I’m not having you dancing drunk out there sobbing about Mr Purrington to clients.