The Little Clock House on the Green. Eve Devon

Чтение книги онлайн.

      ‘It’s these kinds of little touches that are going to help win him over.’

      ‘That and the fact that I’m going to lend you one of my dresses.’

      ‘No daisy-dukes at the meeting?’

      ‘You want to impress him with your business prowess, not give him a heart attack.’

      Kate tipped some of her remaining honey martini into Juliet’s jam jar and slid it back to her before picking hers up and holding it aloft. ‘To Gloria, then’ she said, making a toast.

      ‘To Gloria,’ Juliet agreed, holding her jam jar aloft. ‘And all the cats,’ she added, as Catty McCatface made an appearance in the kitchen.

      Kate grinned as she looked at him and then started singing, ‘Memory, all alone in the moonlight…’

      Juliet tipped the last of the alcohol down her throat and joined in.

      Catty McCatface looked derisively at the humans as if to say that the sooner cats developed opposable thumbs, the sooner the human slaves would remember their place.