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Again, I have no idea, but I bloody hope so.

“I’ll go,” I say, turning on my heel.

He grabs my arm to stop me, and heat rushes through me from his touch.

“No, I’ll go, you can stay and look after them, seeing as you rescued them,” he says, dropping his hand and moving past me.

“Fine, but let me give you some money.”

I go to my room and grab my purse, but as I return, he’s already walking out of the door, and I stare after him.

Meowing brings me back to my senses and I pick up the laundry basket and take the kittens into the front room with me, while I search google and rescue centres––which is a moot point due to the bloody restrictions, and most places aren’t able to do anything to help at the moment.

ChapterFourteen

Theo

With my arms full of bags, I managed to get in the front door before losing my grip, and the bag of litter drops from under my armpit to the floor.

Sienna comes rushing around the corner and down the hallway, taking some of them from my hands.

“What the hell did you buy?” she asks, peering inside one of the bags.

I nudge her forward and kick the front door behind me. “Any chance you can be nosey in the kitchen?”

She huffs but does as I ask, and I follow her. I managed to get pretty much everything you’d need for kittens, including the milk formula. One of the girls in the supermarket took pity on me and helped me, all while socially distancing––it’s so bloody weird.

“What’s this?” She pulls out a multipack of cat toys, bells, a mouse, and a stringy thing. She stares at me like I’ve grown two heads.

I shrug. “I don’t want them tearing up the place.”

She lets out an amused sound. Hold on… did she almost laugh?

“I don’t think you need to worry about that, they’re kittens, not wild cats.”

I scowl at her. “Ha fucking ha.”

We pull out everything else I bought––a cat litter tray and a cat bed that I thought they could share, as well as food and water dishes. Okay, so maybe I got a little overzealous, they might not be here long, but whatever.

“So, I googled, and apparently, they’ll probably need to be fed every couple of hours and helped to go to the toilet.”

I raise an eyebrow. “And you’re telling me this why?”

“You’re right. How much do I owe you?” she asks, waving her hand in the direction of the counter.

Just as I’m about to answer, her phone starts vibrating. She looks a little confused by whoever the caller is, but answers.

“Hello, everything okay?”

She glances to me and then steps away as she talks to whoever is on the other end of the phone and I wonder if it’s her boyfriend… does she even have a boyfriend? I realise I don’t really know much about her.

In the fridge, I find the carton of juice and pour myself a glass of orange and gulp it down.

“But I’m not on TikTok,” she says, exasperated, and my ears perk up.

“Fine, just send it over.”

I watch as she hangs up to whoever she was speaking to and holds her phone, and then her fingers are flying across the screen. And then I hear music and I know straight away what she’s watching.

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