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“I think they stole the wrong cat,” I mutter, setting the hairdryer down on the bureau beside me.
Nora’s eyes go even wider. “Did you hear me, Matthew? Clyde is dying! We have to get him to the vet. We can worry about if he’s the right cat later.”
Fighting a smile, I tell her, “It’s okay. Clyde isn’t dying. She’s having babies.”
Chapter Nineteen
NORA
Babies…
Kittens…
Clyde is having kittens!
As soon as the news penetrates, a smile breaks across my face, and a joy I’ve rarely felt when not in the presence of rare vintage clothing or my loving, but obnoxious family fills my chest.
“Oh my God!” I cover my mouth with my hands to muffle my squeal of excitement—I don’t want to upset Clyde now that her big moment is here.
Matty laughs, looking nearly as thrilled as I am. “Yeah. Not the best timing, but I bet they’re going to be the cutest things ever.” He lifts his cell. “Let me call Barrett and see if he has any advice for us. I know he’s a human baby doctor, not a vet, but maybe the basics are the same?”
“Oh, I bet they’re not,” I say, easing off the mattress with a final gentle stroke of Clyde’s panting head. “I’ll call Starling and ask her. She works at an animal shelter and loves everything furry. I’m sure she’ll know what we need to do next. And whether or not we should head to a vet.”
“Good call,” Matty says. “I’ll do some googling and find the closest emergency vet practice. Just in case.”
“Perfect,” I say, adding in what I hope is a soothing whisper to Clyde, “Don’t worry, darling. We’re going to take care of you and your babies. I promise. And you’re going to be the sweetest, burping little mama there ever was.”
Clyde emits a high-pitched, wobbly meow in response, making my forehead wrinkle.
“Oh, I know, sweetheart,” I coo. “I’m sure it’s super scary. You’re about to bring new life into the world. I’d be terrified, too. But you’re not alone. And Starling is a brilliant human who will tell us exactly what to do, I just know it.” I wave Matty toward the bed. “Comfort her while you google. She needs to know we’re here for her.”
“Got it.” He eases up to the bed, sinking down on his knees on the carpet closest to our expectant mama. “Hey, buddy,” he murmurs as he strokes her paw. “We’ve got you. Don’t worry.”
Heart swelling at this glimpse of Matty’s tender side, I ease back toward the living area, promising myself that I won’t give in to the urge to girl talk with Starling. I need to get the cat birth scoop and get off the phone—do not confess that I slept with Matty, do not ask her if she thinks I have a shot at convincing him to stay in Bad Dog, do not get squealy about how amazing he is in bed and how perfect it feels to fall in love with him.
That’s what’s happening, after all. It’s what’s been happening for months. This is so much more than chemistry. Matty and I have such a real connection and so much potential, all we needed was a few days alone for it to flower. We’re already so much closer than we were even this morning. By the time we spend the next day or two alone together, who knows how far we’ll have come?
And if he’s still determined to leave when all this is over, at least I’ll have the memory of this time with him and his glorious cock.
“Best cock ever,” I mutter to myself, shivering a little as I pull up Starling’s number and move to the kitchen sink to splash cold water on my face.
I must focus and concentrate on bringing Clyde through the transition to motherhood, safe and sound.
But as soon as Clyde and her kittens are safe?
Well, then all bets are off.
Matty
Iwatch Nora leave, trying not to stare at the place where my dress shirt dangles temptingly beneath the curves of her ass like the world’s sexiest miniskirt.
But who am I kidding? Nora’s ass is a work of art, and I’ve been without a woman in my bed—or anywhere else in my life—for far too long to resist taking a beat to soak in the way her hips sway as she moves.
She’s so graceful, so sexy, so fun and kind and creative and everything I’ve told myself I can’t have.
But maybe…
My thoughts are interrupted by a low moan from Clyde as she kneads the covers with her claws, her blue eyes slitted.
