Well, that was a week.

And yes, there’s a typo in the last line that I of course noticed after I uploaded.

A small thing: People magazine story about ‘Space Chasers: Book 1’ (that’s out Feb 4!) that’s mostly about Leland the astronaut (but it mentions my name! lol)

TEXT:

Steven sauntered over and hauled Prozac to his feet. She huffed her back up and bunched her muscles, her good arm flexing. She stood a few inches taller than Prozac’s current form and she smirked down at him. Prozac growled and gave her a red tinged side eye of warning, but she just laughed. “You have crumbs all over your fur.” He grumbled. And then Cara was there, jumping on his back and climbing up to his neck for a hug. He shrank slowly, pulling her around, and then he was regular sized and she filled his arms, his heart. 

“You’re back.” she murmured against his cheek. 

“And you’re okay.” He also whispered, his words only for her. And he knew again that it didn’t matter what other feelings arose from time to time, this feeling of her and him, this rightness, THIS feeling he couldn’t live without.

Then Lech was helping haul Tanked’s cooler into the circle and Sara passed him a cookie. The cooler was opened with much fanfare and its contents passed around. “NOW it’s a party! Lech bellowed as he popped his claws into the side of a beer can and started to guzzle it. The lionesses looked confused and Gay rolled his eyes. Tanked squirmed in excitement and followed suit. Lech and Tanked each crushed a can on their foreheads and Prozac wrinkled his snout in annoyance, but Cara giggled. 

Steven licked her lips and leaned over the cooler with interest. Tanked proudly presented her with various options and Lech gave a little review of each. Sara grabbed a vodka tonic, Lech called her a lush, she pushed him in the cooler and preceded to bash him in the head with the lid. Gay went pink with embarrassment and studiously ignored it all. The lionesses sat back and watched with interest/confusion, and the left one slinked forward, licking her lips. Steven chose a craft beer that was only minimally spattered with blood, and shared some with the lioness with pink claws, who was named Lula. 

And Prozac goggled at it all, and tried to quickly adjust his world-view.

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