There was a fresh mess on the bed.
Jack went to handle Lady while I leaned, exhausted, against the door.
I mulled over what I might have done to offend Lady.
She was too quick for Jack, who returned, panting and empty-handed.
"You can sleep in my room tonight; I'll take the couch," he offered.
I sighed, resigned to the change in sleeping arrangements.
Moments later, Jack came back, holding the couch's bedding.
Our eyes met, and I immediately saw the defeat in his.
The couch had been Lady's next target.
"She never used to be like this," Jack massaged his temples.
"Maybe she's sick? We could take her to the vet tomorrow," I suggested.
"Let's just sleep on it for now," he agreed.
I stiffened.
Was he suggesting we sleep together?!
