Don't Cry for Me (Midnight in Manhattan Book 1) by Rachel Lacey

Author:Rachel Lacey [Lacey, Rachel]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Rachel Lacey
Published: 2020-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

“Oh my God, I’m so tired.” Josie resisted the urge to rub at her stinging eyes.

“No kidding,” Adam agreed, resting his elbows on the bar. “I feel like I just ran a marathon, or at least what I imagine that feels like.”

She laughed quietly. It was past three, and the crowd had finally thinned. The Do Over crew had gone home hours ago, except for Eve, who lingered at the end of the bar, sipping whiskey and talking with a couple of men Josie didn’t recognize. The camera seekers were long gone, as well as her Aunt Cecily, leaving behind a crowd that felt more like the one Josie hoped to attract after tonight.

“Can you hold down the fort for me for a few minutes while I go upstairs and feed the kittens?” she asked Adam.

“You bet.” He waved her off, turning his attention to their remaining customers.

Josie went upstairs and let herself into her apartment. Working a long shift was nothing new, but she hadn’t served a packed house in a long time. And it was even more draining, having the camera crew around. Her cheeks hurt from so much smiling. A few minutes alone with her theater kittens was exactly what she needed.

She stopped in the kitchen to prepare their bottles before settling herself on the floor beside their playpen. Eve had done their last feeding while Josie was busy downstairs, and there was her neat handwriting on the feeding chart, indicating how much each kitten had eaten. Kaia’s swirly script was above Eve’s, and Josie was so grateful to them both for stepping in to help her tonight. It took a village to raise these tiny creatures.

“I met someone tonight who wants to adopt you,” Josie said as she lifted Phantom into her lap, stroking him gently until he woke, stretching, blue eyes blinking up at her from his fluffy black face.

Nigel stalked by, giving her a haughty look for checking on the kittens without greeting him first. He was always great with her foster babies, though, once they were old enough to leave their playpen and romp around the apartment with him. He was like the cool older brother, showing them all the best playground hacks while he feigned annoyance when they tackled him and batted at his tail.

“Get over here, you,” she said, extending a hand in his direction, and he walked over, purring as she gave him a neck rub. “You know you’re my boy. The little ones are only temporary.”

It was a tough but necessary rule for any animal rescuer. If she kept the kittens she saved, she wouldn’t have room to save more. But she loved helping them find perfect homes. She still had to vet Jules as an adopter, but her gut said whichever kitten or kittens she adopted would be lucky to have her.

Josie fed the remaining kittens as quickly as she could without rushing them. Then, she hurried downstairs to rejoin Adam behind the bar. They poured more drinks, and for the first time in weeks—maybe months—she had enough customers to warrant last call.

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