“Yep,” Isaac called back. “Why? Do you want some?”

“How likely are you to build her shelves for her?”

“If her cheesecake is as good as this, guaranteed.”

“Yep, she bribed him,” I said into the phone. “Anyway, the book club are all home, and so am I. I can do some of that stuff in the morning if you want me to.”

“We should get the worst of it done, but I’ll text you. Now go have sex with Isaac.”

“Immy! Shut—” The line cut out before I was done telling her to shut the fuck up.

Oh, my God.

I grabbed my phone and keys and got out of the car before anything else went wrong. “Did you hear that?”

Isaac grinned as I was walking up the path. “Yep. I agree with her, for what it’s worth.”

“Of course you do.” I rolled my eyes and put the key in the front door. “Is that chocolate fudge?”

“Uh-huh. You want some?”

“Depends. Is there a price?”

“There wasn’t going to be, but I can arrange it.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, letting myself inside. I left the door open for Isaac to follow me because I knew he would.

I was right.

He brought himself and the remainder of the cake inside, shutting the door behind him. Our entrance must have disturbed Lucifer, because he was lying on his bed eyeing us with a disdain only a cat could hold.

It was pretty impressive, to be honest.

If I came back in another life, I hoped it would be as a cat.

I still wasn’t sure if I was a cat person, but I could live as one. Totally. All that sleep was the stuff of dreams, wasn’t it?

I put my things down on the island and bent down to scratch Lucifer behind the ears. He lifted his head and let out a tiny purr, closing his eyes as I moved my nails against his fur.

“Still not your cat?” Isaac asked, grinning.

I looked over at him and smirked. “You have a little chocolate on your face.” I tapped my left cheek, just to the side of my mouth. “Just there.”

He wiped his face, getting the chocolate frosting off. “Did I get it?”

I nodded, standing up. “Is there any left? That’s the best cake Grandma makes. She never gives me any unless I do something for her. She’s a real exploiter.”

“Why do you think she gave me this? She wants me to build her bookshelf and she promised me cheesecake. This thing is a gateway drug.” He put the plate on the island. “Bloody hell. She’s got me.”

“And that’s how she does it.” I sighed and opened the fridge. “Beer?”

“Sure. It’s been a long day.”

I pulled out both a bottle of beer and the bottle of wine from last night. After pouring myself some wine, I uncapped Isaac’s beer and passed it over to him.

“Thanks. Wanna finish that cake?” He raised his eyebrows and wiggled them.