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him, Scout?
No. I don t know. She sighed, too tired to muddle through it all. You both know how it is,
being a product of the foster-care system. Half the time all I think I m really doing is looking for a
place to belong. But the fact is, I already have a solid home that I can rely on, thanks to Frank
Bournival and my work. I have a family, including you and all the other strays. I m more secure than
I ve ever been, so I m not sure why I d be looking for a place to belong with Ivar.
Tonya pursed her lips. Who says you have to have a reason? Maybe you just like being with
him, and that s enough.
I don t know what to make of what I feel when I m with him. At that, Scout shot them a
sheepish smile. Or when I m not with him. For instance, I ve been fighting the urge to call him for
the past ten minutes, just so I can hear his voice. That s never happened to me before, and it s
freaking me out.
Oh, boy, Sass muttered, shaking her head. You re definitely in the process of sliding off
the radar.
Sass, who cares if that happens? What matters is whether or not this bonerific dude makes
Scout happy.
Sass hefted her hand basket up into her arms. Mommies aren t supposed to say things like
bonerific. It s like a law.
How the hell do you think I got to be a mommy, immaculate conception? Besides, the
description fits. Scout. Tonya came over to give her a quick, one-armed hug. Try not to overthink
why this guy makes you feel the way you do. Just feel it, and see what happens.
Sure. She shot first Sass, then Tonya a dry glance. Because that s not a scary thing to do at
all.
Of course it s scary, but you re no coward. If it doesn t work out, at least you ll know you
tried your best. And if it does& Tonya s smile was a brilliant work of art, full of happiness,
confidence and serenity. It becomes your whole world.
Chapter Fifteen
Ivar unlocked the door to his apartment, then cautiously cracked it open. In a heartbeat, a tiny pink
nose poked through, followed by an orange and white muzzle. One wild green-gold eye looked up at
him, pupil dilated.
Back. Wedging his foot in the crack, he slid his leg through while gently nudging the small,
furry body back. Maceio&
I ve got her. Two scratched-up hands appeared to drag the little calico cat back just enough
for Ivar to sneak inside. He could only imagine what he must look like edging warily into his own
apartment, but he no longer cared about appearance. After having her less than a week, his new furry
companion had escaped the apartment twice and had given both him and Maceio a merry run through
the hallways.
She s one hell of a door-dasher. Shrugging out of his jacket, Ivar dropped his keys in the
bowl and turned to see Maceio back away from the animal, the knuckle of his thumb in his mouth.
Uh-oh. Did she tag you again?
That cat hates me. Shaking his head, he headed for the bathroom. I m going to go and try to
stop the bleeding. Oh, and I was able to get a hold of Marcel Dubois earlier. I left his number on your
desk.
Thanks. Eyeing the small cat now innocently sitting in the middle of the living room like that
was her intention all along, he shook his head. It had been a moment of total lunacy, going back to
Navy Pier to find Scout s little stray. It had taken hours and several cans of cat food, but he d finally
managed to lure her out. All things considered, getting her into the crate had been the simple part.
Convincing her that she didn t have to try and escape for her nine lives was another.
For the countless time he questioned his sanity.
For the countless time his sanity had no response.
How are you this evening, little one?
At the sound of his voice, only a bat-like ear twitched while those huge eyes locked on him
like the was the Destroyer Of All Felines. How had Scout made this wary thing come right up to her?
She must be the cat-whisperer.
Maybe some sweet talk would work. You re looking very pretty today.
Nothing.
And you didn t open an artery in Maceio this time. Good girl.
Another ear twitch.
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