“Let me see if I understand,” Cat was tugging her hot pink ponytail through her fists as if unsure of what to do with her hands, “he showed up, in a suit, with a busted face, gave you a list of demands, one of which is he wants to live in your house with you and Deidre and then said he was going to Sicily.” She paraphrased the story Arwen had just spilled.
Jesse kicked her long legs out and made a harrumphing noise, frowning as she kicked her feet up on Cat’s coffee table.
“He did take several punches to the face,” Cat said suddenly. “Brain injury?”
“That’s what I asked.” Arwen groaned as she sipped the coffee Cat had made her. “Also, and I know I’m being weird but it’s bugging me so please weigh in, he clearly didn’t want to be touched and not once in the entire time he was at my hous
