Page 9 of Legally Binding
“Right,” I laugh. “Maybe you, but not me.”
“But I’m right here,” he says, not understanding.
I puff out a breath, realizing that this guy is going to need me to spell it out for him.
“Listen, I can’t afford to take him to the vet right now. I’m not sure I can afford food or any of these adorable toys.” I flick one of the mouse toys in frustration, and it makes it squeak. The kitten's ears perk up, and he searches for where the sound came from.
"I can."
"Good for you." I let out an awkward laugh.
"That came out wrong.” He looks genuinely sorry as he steps closer. “How about I make you a deal?"
"Whoa." I hold my hands up. "There will be no more verbal contracts for me."
"That wasn't a verbal contract you had with Bob. It was bullshit." He actually appears pissed about it, which softens me toward him. "What if we both raise this kitten together?"
"Is this some kind of joke?”
"We could be co-parents."
"To a cat?"
He shrugs. "Why not? I've always wanted a pet, but work keeps me busy. I could see him when I can but also pay for whatever he or she needs."
"You’re serious?" The possibility of being able to keep the kitten is almost too much to hope for. There has to be a catch.
"Yes."
"I don't know." I shift on my feet in indecision. I want to take the deal, but I shouldn’t.
"What do you have to lose?"
"A kitten?" The very kitten that he has in his grasp right now. I’ve always heard possession is nine-tenths of the law.
"All right, I’ll draw up a simple contract that gives you full custody,” he says, and I snort a laugh.
"That's nutty, you know that, right? It’s like we’re a divorced couple."
“We’re not a divorced couple,” he responds quickly.
My eyes go to his ring finger, and I remember when I googled him that I hadn’t seen anything about a wife. Although I was searching about his career more than anything.
“We’ll be partners.”
“Partners?” I nervously bite my bottom lip.
“We can get all the supplies our new bundle of joy needs and get a checkup. I’m sure there will be shots and other things the vet needs to do.”
How can I turn the offer down? I get to keep my claim on my kitten but also get everything it needs.
“Promise me you won’t take him from me,” I say, needing to hear the words.
“I promise.” He hands him back and holds out his hand. “Do we have a deal?”
“We have a deal,” I agree, and we shake.
“Good girl.”
