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pulled off her sweatshirt, shedding a layer of sawdust as she did.
    â€œHey,” Emily said. “Did you hear anything funny when you drove up?”
    â€œLike the sounds of my sister vampire snacking on the mailman?”
    â€œHa-ha,” Emily said. “No, I mean I keep hearing some odd howling. I don’t know if it’s a dog or coyotes—”
    Sara dropped her sweatshirt to the couch. She wore cargo shorts, heavy-duty work boots, and a men’s wife-beater tank that showed off her tats. Her short, spiky hair was still dusted in sawdust—as was most of the rest of her. She’d come to Idaho with Emily as a show of support, the both of them putting on a show of being psyched for the wild, wild west that they’d imagined Idaho to be.
    Emily was still missing Los Angeles.
    Sara, not so much. She’d recently had her heart run over—and backed up on and run over again. She was open to the idea of staying if it turned out that Sunshine, Idaho had a place for a rock chick, broken-hearted lesbian who’d collected degrees like some women collected shoes and yet chose to be a carpenter instead of using any of those degrees.
    Sara kicked off her badass boots and more sawdust flew everywhere, drifting slowly to the floor of their rental house.
    â€œMeow.” This came from Q-Tip, the ancient fuzzy gray cat who’d come with the rental. She’d appeared out of the shadows on move-in day, looking deceptively sweet—until she’d bitten both Sara and Emily within the first half hour for having the audacity to try to pet her.
    No one wanted to claim the old cat, and the landlord had suggested they take her to the shelter. Sara, who wasn’t crazy about cats, and bleeding from the bite, had been on board.
    But Emily had looked into Q-Tip’s eyes and known the truth. Q-Tip was old, grumpy, and set in her ways. No way was anyone going to adopt her, which left only an incomprehensible future ahead of her.
    Emily had refused to do it, and so they now owned a cat. Correction, they were now
owned
by a cat.
    Sara, a forgiving soul, reached down now to pet Q-Tip hello. The cat accepted this like it was her due . . . for about three seconds. Then she bit Sara’s hand—not too hard, more like a warning—and then, head high, the feline moved a few feet off and began to clean herself.
    â€œQueen to peasant,” Sara said, shaking off the bite as she looked at Emily. “We feed her again why?”
    â€œBecause when we don’t, she yells at us.”
    â€œAh, that’s right,” Sara said. “So . . . how was your first day on the job?”
    â€œTerrific,” Emily said.
    â€œReally?”
    â€œNo. Guess who my supervisor is?”
    â€œUh . . . a werewolf?” Sara asked. “A zombie?”
    â€œWyatt.”
    Sara blinked, looking confused. “Who?”
    â€œMy one-night stand.”
    Sara stared at her then thrust both hands high in the air. “Score!” she yelled.
    Q-Tip jumped about a foot, glared at Sara, and stalked off down the hall.
    â€œNo,” Emily said to her sister. “Not score. How’d you like it if your one-night stand was suddenly your supervisor?”
    â€œMy supervisor is a six foot three, three hundred and fifty pound, hairy, chunky, twice married, serial hetero male,” Sara said.
    â€œYou know what I mean.”
    Sara moved to the kitchen, pulled open the fridge, and stared at the contents.
    Q-Tip came running in, belly swinging to and fro. She could hear food coming from five miles away.
    â€œChicken or spaghetti?” Sara asked Emily. “And what did you do when you saw him?”
    â€œSpaghetti,” Emily said. “And I made a fool of myself.” She paused and mentally groaned. “I accused him of stalking me.”
    Sara gave a bark of laughter, grabbed salad makings, set them on the counter, and then went to the sink to wash