Waking curled up and tangled with Milo was probably the best feeling in the world. OK, so Jessica was biased, she wasn't sure if everyone felt that way she just knew that she did. She eased from the bed with a slow stretch, tossing the heavy weight of her hair over her shoulder before reaching for her phone. It was tomorrow and Scarlett had things to think about.
Which meant it was time to ask for help from someone that actually could help. Why she hadn't thought of it herself? Maybe is was just that in the years that they were both in New York together they rarely had contact, or maybe it was like she'd told Milo, she'd always felt closer to him then she had to any leopard. It didn't matter why though, now that he'd pointed it out she couldn't deny that this was what she needed to do.
She grabbed one of Milo's t-shirts, slipping it overhead and tugging out her hair before grabbing her phone. She made her way through the house to the back porch, pausing only to get a cup of coffee (thank god for Tommy or whoever had the pot running!), claiming the chair that Milo had settled in the night before.
She flipped through her contacts on the phone, finally finding the one she wanted, listening to the ringing tone before it was answered.
