Red crept up her cheeks, and she took a step back from the car. “Um. Hi. Hey, Isaac.”

I bit back a laugh at her awkwardness. “Hey. Good day?”

“Not—not bad.”

“I have your cat.” I held up the box. “And his medicine.”

“Oh. Sure.” She locked her car and walked around it. “Put it on the porch and I’ll take him in.”

“Or I can just take him in for you.”

“No, no, it’s fine. I can—I can manage.”

“Hannah, don’t you think we need to talk?”

She cleared her throat and with a sigh, said, “Honestly, I can’t think of anything I want to do less right now.”

My lips twitched. “So you’re just going to ignore all this?”

“That’s the plan.”

“We’re not ignoring it.”

“I said I was going to ignore it. You’re free to address it, but it’ll be a terribly boring, one-sided conversation.”

“Bloody hell, woman. I don’t remember you being this argumentative over text.”

“Well, then you can text me instead.”

“So you can ignore that, too?”

“Yes.” She pulled two grocery bags out of the trunk and slammed it shut, then met my eyes with her eyebrows raised. “I thought I’d made that perfectly clear already.”

“Hannah.”

“If you don’t stop saying my name in that damn accent of yours, I’m going to come over there and beat you with my baguette.”

I paused, frowning slightly. “How the hell else am I supposed to say your name?”

“Not at all?”

“You texted me first.”

She pursed her lips as she approached the house. “I’ll be back for Lucifer in a moment.”

“You’re being unreasonable.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Do you know what unreasonable means?”

“Are you patronizing me?” She put the bags down outside the door and turned with her hands on her hips.

“No, I’m just seeing how long I can keep you talking after you said you were going to ignore me.”

Once again, her lips pursed, and she hit me with a dark look. “I’m not talking to you anymore.” With that, she turned, gathering her bags, and stormed into her house.

I picked up the cat box and followed her inside. I could wait for an invitation, but since she wasn’t talking to me, I highly doubted that one would be forthcoming.

Sometimes, you had to take matters into your own hands.

I took Lucifer inside, shutting the front door behind me. He mewled inside the carrier, but I didn’t let him out because I didn’t know what rules Hannah had in place.

Besides, I think me being in her house would piss her off enough right now.

I followed her into the kitchen where she was just turning around. She froze when she saw me, her mouth opening as if she was about to say something. She snapped it shut quickly and dropped her gaze toward the cat box.

“I thought I’d bring him in for you.” I set the box down on the floor and put the medicine bag on the kitchen island. “The anti-inflammatory is the one in the little bottle—put two drops on his food once a day. The sachet is the decongestant; use a pinch of it on his food once a day again. I recommend not to use them together in the same meal, so one at breakfast and one at lunch. It doesn’t really matter which way around.”