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“We could?” I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m looking for someone to manage my socials. You can literally do a couple hours of posting a night here and there, depending on how savvy you are—” I wasn’t. “And I’ll pay you back in vet visits, cat food, litter, and cash, of course.”
“Tempting.” I sighed.
I dropped back down to look at Bear and the cat, and before I could say anything, he spoke.
“It’s okay, Uncle Teddy. Mr. Crawford explained, and I understand. Maybe next year,” he said, and the way his smile disappeared made my heart sink.
“That’s very mature of you, Bear,” Wesley said.
Gosh, I hated that. He didn’t need to be mature. He’d had enough of that growing up with my sister. He needed to be a child.
“Fine. Let’s take him home.”
“Really?” both he and Wesley asked.
I turned to Duke, who gave me the thumbs-up, and I nodded.
What was another job after all?
“Yay! Thank you so much, Uncle Teddy!” Bear hugged me, and the damn cat didn’t even budge. “Come. You have to meet his sister, Sassy!”
“His sister?”
“They’re a package deal!” Bear said, and I glared at Duke, who just smirked.
I was starting to think Bear had been schooled on what to say. I mean, what seven-year-old knows the words “package deal?”
“Fine,” I said.
What was one more cat anyway?
Thankfully, we stopped at two cats and were loaded with toys, litter trays, and food for like a whole year.
“Your place is a scam,” I told Duke before we left.
“It is?” he asked, smirking.
“Yeah. People come to have a good time, and they leave with pets. Sounds suspicious to me,” I told him all serious and everything.
“Yougotme!” Duke said, grinning from ear to ear, and I couldn’t help but laugh too.
“I’ll be waiting for further instructions,” I said.
“I’ll email you tonight.”
We all hugged goodbye, with Bear getting the most attention, of course, and then we were off to home.
Wesley helped us take everything upstairs, and once the cats were settled in their new home, he patted his thighs and took a deep breath.
“Right. It’s late. I should head home,” he said, but before I could offer to drive him, Bear chimed in.
“Why don’t you stay, Mr. Crawford? You can watch a movie with us. Have you watchedLilo & Stitch?”
“Are you kidding? It’s my favorite movie ever!” he replied, and that was how we ended up a hair’s distance from each other on the sofa, watching the animated movie while Bear chased the cats around the apartment.
“Do you think he saw us hug?” I asked when he ran into his bedroom, chased by Blue and Sassy.
