Tex attempted to grab things out of my hand. I pushed him down to the bed and gave him a stern look.

“I didn’t say I was staying with you.”

I grabbed a bag and began neatly filling it with clothes. “I don’t recall asking.”

Tex’s mouth opened and closed. I stepped over to him and pushed his chin up to close his mouth.

“Grab whatever you absolutely need.”

Tex looked ready to argue with me and I placed a finger over his lips.

“Again, I wasn’t asking. Either do it, or I will.”

He glared at me, and I was seconds away from tying him up and tossing him in the trunk of the car. He must have seen it in my face because Tex got up and started grabbing things while muttering curses under his breath.

We left his place and headed back to mine within two hours. Plenty of time for what I had being delivered.

Penelope meowed the entire ride on the elevator.

“I know, Pen, we’re getting kidnapped, but don’t you worry. Enzo has a nice-looking couch for you to scratch up.”

My back stiffened just as the elevator doors slid open. Tex practically skipped out of the elevator and headed for my door.

“Remember you said—” Tex stopped in his tracks. “What the hell is all this stuff?”

A mountain of boxes were stacked on both sides of the door. A few had the brand names on display. The moment Tex read them, he turned to me.

“You bought him a cat tree?”

I shook my head. “I bought him four cat trees. Two can go upstairs, one in the living room and the other is mounted on the walls.”

Tex’s jaw dropped as he continued to stare at me. I squinted, trying to decipher if it was a good or bad thing. Is he upset or possibly annoyed?

“What about the rest of the boxes?” Tex asked.

I opened the door, and he walked in with Penelope in his cage. He sat him down and helped bring in the boxes.

“I read that cats enjoy small places to nap. I don’t want boxes littered around the place, so I got a few alcoves for Pen to sleep in. To avoid him ruining my furniture, I got six scratching posts.”

Tex whistled. “That’s a little overkill, don’t you think? Pen is one cat unless you’re thinking about getting your own.”

I shook my head. “It has never crossed my mind.”

He stopped moving and I was forced to work the large box around him.

“What… what about when, you know.”

My head tilted as I tried to come up with the answer. “I don’t know.”

Tex groaned. “Whatever this is.” He pointed between us. “Is… I don’t know, done.”