Page 27 of A Much Younger Man
He laughed. “That’s hilarious. I’m glad Callie doesn’t do that.”
“She’s got her little signals too, you know. Being adorably cute, she’s helping you get bigger tips. Aren’t you girl?”
Beck made a “speak” sign, and Callie gave a woof.
“Oops.” My poor kitten jumped out of her skin.
“Rose! I’m so sorry we scared you.”
I petted her soft ears. “She’ll settle back down.”
“Are you going to take one of the kittens?” Beck asked. “I bet Rose would love to go home with you.”
“Can’t. I have a bird that likes to spend lots of time out of his cage when I’m home. It’d be savage island if I brought home a cat.”
“You think a cat would hurt it?”
“I’d put my money on the bird.” I crossed my legs and leaned back, cat in my lap. “He’s a cockatiel. I’ve had him forever, so he’s got a little attitude.”
“What’s his name?”
“Don’t laugh. Promise?”
He crossed his heart solemnly. “Promise.”
“Rico Suave.”
Of course, he laughed. “Oh my. You have had him for a while.”
I heard April’s key in the lock. “April’s back.”
“I guess I should go, then.” Beck glanced at the door. April stepped inside and put her purse and coat on the rack.
“How are my babies,” she rubbed her hands together.
“We’re fine.” I winked at her. “Did you get something nice to eat?”
“Kayla met me, and we shared a pot pie at Yasha’s place.”
“That sounds pretty tasty. I have white chicken chili in the Crock-Pot at home. I should probably head out.”
“You walking?” Beck asked without actually looking at me. “Because if you are, Callie and I are heading home. You’re on the way, right?”
“Yeah. I think a walk will clear my head.” I held my kitten out for April. “April, Beck’s kitten—”
“Blanche,” he supplied.
“Blanche has conjunctivitis. I took a sample, but my money’s on a bacterial infection. Keep an eye on the others.”
“Sure thing. I’ll make sure she gets drops.” She stepped past us and looked at the cages where we normally kept animals that needed monitoring overnight. They were currently empty.
“There’s nobody here?” She turned to me, and her face fell. “Oh no. Digger?”
I shook my head. “Tough decision for the family.”
“So that’s three?” I nodded grimly, and she gasped.
“Three what?” Beck asked.
