~ CARA ~
I had sat on the damp ground in the shadows of the trees on the corner of my neighbor’s house figuring Rig would arrive in his Jeep and I'd see him coming and wave him down as he approached the house.
So, when an SUV I didn't recognize rocketed into around the corner and accelerated, I just assumed one of the neighbors was coming home drunk and gripped Purrkins cage harder.
But then the car whipped into our driveway and stopped so fast the tires gave a little squeal and the entire vehicle bobbed and jiggled with its momentum. Before I could finish getting to my feet and grabbing my bag, Rig had thrown the car door open and was sprinting for the front door, banging on it and calling my name.
“Shit! No! Rig!” I hissed. But he was making so much noise, he didn’t hear me. I ran out of the trees, dropping my bag and the cat next to the driver's side so my hands were free and sprinting around the car and up the rundown path. "Rig! Stop!" I called.