Ruefully, I admit, “No, he doesn’t. He’s in San Francisco for a work emergency. I don’t want to worry him over nothing. And Ithinkit’s nothing but want to be sure.”
He gives Rosie a long look. “Has she ever been without Liam before?”
I quickly think it over and shake my head. “At least not in the last five months?”
Adrian lets out a breath. “She could be having separation anxiety. But let’s take her back, and if it’sanything, you have to call him.”
Blake’s quietly watching her husband with a mix of amusement and pride I don’t quite understand.
Nodding, I turn to Hudson when a smallmeowpulls all of our attention to the desk.
“Oh!” Vesta quietly cheers. “They’re awake.”
She sets a plastic box on the desk and pulls out a little gray kitten.
“Strays—their mom was hit by a car nearby,” Blake says sadly.
“Poor things,” I murmur and cautiously pet its fluffy head. Rosie may beslightlychanging my mind about pets, but I’m not heartless and most animals are fine—except for Vivi’s two devils. Those cats are evil.
“They’re up for adoption, so tell your friends.” Vesta kisses the gray cat’s charcoal-colored nose. “This one is my favorite—don’t tell the others.”
I snicker. “I’ll spread the word at Brighter Daze.” Teasing the young woman, I add, “About the cats, not your favoritism.”
She grins and sits back down. “Thanks.”
When I step past Hudson, he stops me and passes me Rosie. “I’m going to stay out here.”
I blink in surprise and glance at the cute brunette again. Biting back a smile, I take Rosie from him and nod, but he’ssogetting teased about this later. It’s not everyday a woman makes him blush.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Calyspo
Hudson, his new little friend, Rosie, and I walk into my house, and I’m not surprised to see my other two siblings there. Giving Hudson a look over my shoulder, I set Rosie in Vivi’s lap.
“Funny seeing you guys here.”
Vivi shakes her head. “It shouldn’t be.” Then she looks at our brother and squeals, “You got a cat?”
Yup, that pathetic sucker adopted a fucking cat.
The fluffy gray one—Vesta’s favorite—no less.
“She was at the clinic,” he mumbles and places her next to Rosie.
The two have gotten along well, which is good. Liam wants another pet; it could be good for Rosie. I’m not jumping at the idea, but it’s not as off-putting as it would’ve been four months ago.
“What’s her name?” Asher asks, taking the kitten.
Hudson chuckles. “Lisa.”
His twin’s face falls. “You named your catLisa?”
“After the housewife?” Vivi asks, tilting her head in amusement.
Hudson loves reality TV as much as I do. Sometimes we even have watch parties, but we don’t tell Vivi and Asher anymore. They don’t get it.
Behind his back, I dramatically nod and mouth,Vanderpump!He’s a Rinna fan, but that’s not allowed in my house.
