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He was back to beaming. “Then allow me to help you pick which animal to adopt. I’m assuming that’s the reason you’re here?”
“It is.” I walked closer to the cages and eyed them with all the hope and affection I had left for the day.
To think one of them would be mine.
“And you’re sure you want a cat?” he asked warily.
I turned, confused. “Why wouldn’t I want a cat? They’re cuddly and cute.”
“Um,” he looked around the room. “Not all cats like dogs…”
Ah. He was thinking of Jeremy? I knew Red wouldn’t like the cats, but now that I knew he was part man, I hadn’t considered that. But damn it, I wanted a cat! Jeremy couldn’t take this away from me.
“I’ll pick one who likes dogs then,” I decided. It would narrow it down a fair bit, but I would have trouble picking one anyway. It might prove helpful in the end.
“This way,” he said, guiding me further back. “Percy here is a Maine Coon. She’s big but still young. She’s only two years old but cool with dogs.”
The absolute beauty of a cat in front of us had to be my Daisy. She was a mix of white, grey, and silver. Her eyes were green and so lovely as she judged me from her cage.
“Hi beautiful,” I whispered, getting lost in her eyes for a bit before I remembered most animals didn’t like too much eye contact.
Turning my gaze back on Greg, I asked, “You’re sure she’s okay with dogs?”
“Positive,” he assured me. “She was my aunt’s before and grew up with lots of dogs.”
“Why is she here then?”
“My aunt isn’t as young as she once was, and this lady here,” he pointed at my Daisy. “She prefers to stay inside, meaning lots of hair that needs to be removed. My aunt couldn’t keep up with it in the end.”
“How long has she been here, then?”
“Only today,” he shrugged. “Perfect timing it seems.”
That did it.
“I want her.”
Chapter Thirteen
Jeremy
“Then what do you propose we do?” Darius asked, tilting his head.
We were sitting far too close, but I didn’t dare mention it. A part of me craved this closeness; needed it. Then I thought of Cass, and that made me feel like I’d done something wrong, even if we were only sitting next to each other.
“I think,” I said, getting back on track, ”that we should sweet talk Cass to the pack, eliminating Marcus hateful words. Then after I tell Cass about him being my fated mate, I will introduce him to the pack. As soon as they meet him, they’ll fall in love. I know it.”
It seemed everyone who met Cass adored him on sight. Greg and Rowan were proof enough of that claim.
“How long until you tell him?” he asked, looking pointedly in the direction of the bathrooms where Cass was.
Shrugging, I took a sip of water. “Maybe a month, at the latest. I don’t want to overwhelm him, you know.”
Darius’ head turned back to me, his expression confused. “He seems to take things well, though?”
“Too well,” I agreed. “I’m waiting for reality to hit him.”
“Ah,” he chuckled. “You fear he’ll run off?”
