I didn’t even know what gender the darn thing was.

Boy, girl… Heck, it could be a llama for all I knew.

Obviously, that was biologically impossible, but you understand where I’m coming from.

“I don’t know why you’ve called that thing Lucifer.” Immy joined me in the kitchen and put down her empty glass. “I think it’s sweet.”

“You would. You aren’t the one being meowed at ten times a day for food.”

“I’m not so sure you’re supposed to feed kittens ten times a day. That’s kids.” Fran joined us, putting down her own empty wine glass.

I peered over my shoulder at her. “You feed Maya ten times a day?”

“Have you ever lived with a four-year-old? Breakfast, lunch, and dinner are just the main meals. There are also approximately fifty requests for snacks… and that’s between breakfast and lunch.”

Immy snorted. “We thought you got lost on the way to get wine.”

“I did. I got derailed by Lucifer.” I crossed the kitchen and put the bowl on top of some newspaper. Lucifer darted across the kitchen and bumped between my ankles on the way to the food. “You’re welcome,” I said dryly before turning around and heading toward the fridge.

Immy had beaten me to it. She refilled all three glasses, draining the bottle, and winked at me.

I took the glass with pursed lips, but I was fighting a smile. Only just—I was still trying to cope with what these assholes had made me do earlier.

Sending a dirty text to my number neighbor wasn’t exactly in my plan for a Friday night.

Or any night, to be perfectly honest.

Yet they’d made me do it. They’d even done it themselves, despite being engaged and in a relationship, respectively.

Which meant I so had blackmail material.

I never said I was a good friend or cousin, okay? Grandma Jen would be proud of me for that little thought train. It was the kind of crap she would pull.

Maybe if I told her this she’d let up on trying to set me up with random guys.

Hmm.

Food for thought.

“Okay,” Fran said, looking at her phone. “My number neighbor’s favorite position is sleeping because he’s eighty-two. His wife wants to know if there’s an easy way to do it lying down.”

I choked back a laugh. “There are, but it depends how wide she can open her legs.”

“I’m not sure that’s a conversation I should continue.”

Immy shrugged. “I vote continue.”

“Fine, but you’re the ones buying the bleach for our ears when this goes too far.” She tapped out the response on her phone and put it down. “Now check yours.”

Immy grabbed her phone first. “Okay, mine laughed and said cowgirl so he doesn’t have to do any work, but he’s deleting it so his girlfriend doesn’t see it.” She paused. “Why am I having this conversation with a random stranger yet I don’t know my own boyfriend’s?”

“Because then you give up the advantage,” Fran replied. “Hannah? Did yours reply?”