Chapter 19

The smiles and soft looks Caspian gave him made it easy to forget they were in Hartley where there was no room for queers like him. The dogs didn’t care, Caspian didn’t care, and the kitten wouldn’t care either.

So why did Flynn care? There was no need to hide who he was when he was with Caspian. He didn’t have to act, he could just be.

“What are we naming her?” He fastened his seatbelt and looked at Caspian as he turned the key in the ignition.

“You can name her anything you want.” He turned the wheel, then he looked at him. “She’s a foster cat.”

“I know.” She was their cat.

“I don’t think you do, babe. Foster means we’re looking after her for someone else.”

Flynn narrowed his eyes. “She has no one to take care of her, so we will.”

Caspian nodded. “Yeah, and once she’s old enough, she’ll move to someone who’ll love and cherish her.”

Flynn bit his lip. They would love and cherish her. “For how many weeks will she need to be bottle-fed?”