Page 64 of Finding Noah
His eyes lit. “Great! Now…cats…?”
“Snowy and Jasmine.”
“Snowy and Stormy…well, life will never be boring.”
“Probably not.” I hefted the crate.
Christian grabbed the cloth bag with their toys and treats. With the other hand, he grabbed their large bag of food. “I’ll come back for the litter and the other bag.”
“It’s got the bowls and a few more things. I bought a cat tree, but we’ll have to take your SUV to get it.”
“We should consider swapping vehicles.” He followed me into the house and up the stairs—with our three dogs hard on our heels. Once he put everything he carried on the floor, he whistled and had three pooches dutifully following him.
I shut the door. “Okay, ladies, this is your new home.” I almost opened the crate, then decided to keep it shut until Christian returned with the last of the things. While I waited, I sorted through the bag and got the food organized.
He was back within just a few minutes. He put the litter box and bag of litter on the ground, then handed me the bag with the dishes. “I’m going to put our lovely pooches downstairs in the family room so the cats aren’t scared out of their wits.”
After grabbing the three squeaky toys, I handed them to Christian. “Hopefully they’ll all enjoy and not try to steal.”
He eyed me.
I sighed. “Yeah, we’ll wait until after dinner.”
“Well…I have plans for us for after dinner.”
“Oh?”
“Yep. Food first, treat later.”
“Treat?” I cocked my head.
He wagged his finger. “Let me dish out dinner while you finish in here.” He placed himself before the crate—out of reach of any claws.
As I expected, none appeared.
“They’re adorable, Noah. Perfect additions to the family.”
“You mean, purrfect.” I elongated ther.
He rolled his eyes. “If everyone gets along, do you see them roaming the house?”
“I worry about Miss Esmeralda’s things.”
“Tomorrow I’ll tackle cat-proofing the rest of the house.”
After a slight hesitation, entirely mine, I pressed a kiss to Christian’s cheek. “Thank you.”
His cheeks turned a cute pink shade. “I want this too, Noah. We need to create our own menagerie. Our own family.” With that, he left, clicking his tongue, and with three dogs obediently following.
As I set out the litter box, and organized the food—on a desk that was easily accessible for the cats, but that even Stormy couldn’t reach—I tried to see our lives ahead of us. Would Christian still want me as time went on? Conversely, what if I got tired of him?
Even as I had the thought, my mind rebelled. Sam had flirted with me, and I hadn’t been the least bit interested. Before, he’d have totallybeen my type—except maybe too nice—but that was hard to tell after just a couple of meetings.
The point was—I had someone who professed to love me. Someone I could see loving in return.
I opened the crate.
As predicted, Snowy exited first. I’d guessed she’d be the braver of the two.
