Cal glances over his shoulder as he finally deposits my duffel on his dining table. “Told you I had a kitten. She’s still a little shy, so don’t take offense.” “Oh my God, she’s precious.” And then—and then—Cal scoops her up, this itty-bitty ball of ivory fur held snugly in his vein-lined, ink-spattered arms of steel, and I swoon. I actually, legitimately swoon. “You’re swooning,” Cal says. The kitten wiggles from his grip to climb his chest, stretching her chocolate-speckled paws over his shoulder. My eyes are surely shaped like animated hearts as I watch them interact. “I – I’m sorry, I
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