Page 41 of Kitten Kisses

“No,” Becky admitted with a frown.

“I though you got her fixed,” Alex said.

“That’s around the time she escaped, and then I forgot to reschedule her appointment,” she explained.

Slater stroked Mitzy’s back as she continued to sniff at his neck. “You gonna be a mama? Is that why you’re acting this way?”

She purred and rubbed against his chest.

He grinned. “You’ll make a great mom, Mitzy.”

“Wait, did you just say ‘mom’?” Becky gaped at him.

“With no spay and getting out, there’s a possibility she’s pregnant,” Slater clarified. “I’d take her to the vet for confirmation.”

He really wasn’t a cat whisperer, but it made sense, though he could be wrong.

She squealed and clapped her hands. “I’m gonna be a grandma!”

He hoped he wasn’t wrong, because she looked too thrilled. And when his mate’s mom smiled, it did Slater’s heart good. She was a part of his family now, and he wanted her to be just as happy.

“That makes Alex a proud uncle.”

His mate rolled his eyes but made sure his mom didn’t see him.

“Oh, Mitzy!” She scooped the cat off of his chest and hugged her just as the doorbell rang. “We’re going to spoil those kittens rotten!”

“Uncle Alex will get the door,” Alex said, glaring at Slater.

He winked at his mate. “I guess kittens really are in your future, hummingbird.”

Alex stumbled over his own feet but quickly recovered, eyes wide as the doorbell rang once again. Slater winked, amused at his mate’s reaction. Alex’s gaze lowered to Slater’s groin, then his face erupted in a blush before he hurried away.

“I hope you’re right, Slater.” She ran her hand down the cat’s white fur. “I’ve always wanted to be a grandma.”

He was happy that she would have them in some form. After all, she’d raised a great son. “Has Alex always had deadly knees?”

It was a harmless question that wouldn’t embarrass his mate.

She chuckled. “Yes. He’s my cute little klutz, though he’s mostly grown out of it.”

He agreed about the “mostly” part, though Alex’s knee thankfully hadn’t gone anywhere near Slater’s groin since the disastrous self defense lesson.

But his mate had bumped them around the house more than once since moving in with him.

His smile faltered when he noticed Alex hadn’t returned yet. “Excuse me.”

She looked curiously at him as she set the cat down. “You’ve got a look, Slater. What is it?”

“I just want to see what’s taking Alex so long,” he reassured her with a smile.

She glanced toward the front door, worry creeping into her expression. Slater hated seeing her happiness turn into anxiety.

He quickly made his way from the sunporch to the front door. It was slightly open, and Alex was nowhere in sight. Panic rising in his chest, Slater moved even faster. His heart felt like it was lodged in his throat. There was no way Alex would leave without telling him, especially after they drove together to his mom’s house.

A bad feeling in gut, Slater nearly ripped the door off its hinge to get outside. Alex’s injuries were fully healed, but Slater was making damn sure no one ever hurt his mate again.

Mike might have recovered and been shipped off overseas to live with relatives, his father disowning him, but there would always be other threats.

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