Chapter Thirty One

"Yeah, I'll have to dip into the savings account and buy a bigger bed. I'll do that tomorrow during my lunch break at work."

He turned to her when she said the last and raised an eyebrow.

"Yep, I have to work for a living, fuzzy-face. Somehow, I don't think anybody in town would hire you."

He shook his head. This was very different. Women working at jobs? Somehow he just couldn't picture her slaving over a stove or up in front of a classroom. Those were the only things women had been allowed to do the last time he had been around civilization. He looked up at her, giving her that quizzical expression again.

"I work at the local newspaper, the Acantha."

That seemed to satisfy his curiosity for the moment. She watched as he walked back down the hallway and entered the living room. Seeing the large fluffy couch, he walked over to it and plopped himself down. Stretching out his entire length, his nose hung off one end and his tail the other. She walked in behind him just in time to see hi