He’d seen prettier men…maybe. He’d certainly seen friendlier ones. Of course, Keeland’s sass was intriguing in itself. Dom hated “yes men,” even if he did on occasion deal with one simply so he didn’t have to chase a good time for the evening.
It'd been a while since he’d done that. Dom was going through a bit of a dry spell right now, but it was a voluntary one. After watching Gabriel and Chay fall for each other, he’d started to want what they had. One-night stands were growing stale.
Dom glanced out the window when Keeland slowed the truck and then pulled into a parking lot. “I never realized this was a vet clinic.”
“I’ve only been here a couple of months.”
That might be it.
“Looks nice.”
When Keeland climbed out of the truck and headed for the building, Dom followed. He didn’t like the hard pull in his gut when Keeland walked away from him. Besides, Henrietta needed a medical exam to make sure she was okay.
That was Dom’s story and he was sticking to it.
Keeland unlocked the front door and walked inside. He pointed to a door on the far side of the room. “Take her on in there. I need to go grab a few things.”
Dom carried Henrietta into the small exam room, grimacing when he saw the cold metal exam table. He was not a fan. Instead of setting her down, Dom kept Henrietta cradled to his chest. He understood the need for the shiny metal table. It was probably easier to clean. But it seemed a bit impersonal to him.
When the door opened and Keeland walked in, he had a tablet with him. “I’ve started a file for her. I’ll need to get your information if you plan to keep her.”
“I do.”
Keeland held the tablet out. “You fill this form in while I take a look at our girl.”
Our girl.Dom liked that. He smiled as he traded the kitten for the tablet. The form seemed pretty straightforward. He filled in everything he could and left the rest blank.
“She looks good,” Keeland said just about the time Dom was done filling out the form. “She definitely needs some kitten food.” Keeland glanced up. “I can recommend a good brand if you don’t know what to get.”
“Please.” Dom smiled as he set the tablet down. “Anything you can tell me to make sure Miss Henrietta is well cared for would be appreciated.”
He almost growled when Keeland’s fingers moved over Henrietta’s fur. He couldn’t believe he was jealous of a kitten. Maybe if he shifted into his feline form, he’d get more than sassy comments and dark glares.
“She’ll needs shots in a couple of weeks.”
“Why can’t you give them to her now?”
“Because I’m not positive she’s old enough. I can guess at her age, but I’d prefer not to. If we give it another couple of weeks, I’d know she was old enough.”
Okay, that made sense.
“Are you going to get her chipped?”
“I’m sorry?” Dom asked. “Chipped?”
“It’s a locater chip in case she gets lost. Any vet or humane society can check for a chip if she gets brought in, and it’ll come up with your information so she can be returned to you.”
“Will it hurt?”
Keeland gave his first real smile. “There’s a small pinch when it’s put in, but nothing major. Most of the time, they don’t even realize we’ve injecting them with something.”
“Yeah, okay, that might be a good idea.” It wasn’t like he planned for the little fur ball to get lost, but accidents happened, and he was pretty sure if he lost Henrietta, Keeland would never speak to him again.
“If you want to hold her, I’ll get everything set up.”
Dom cradled Henrietta to his chest, gently stroking her. Her white fur was matted and dirty, but he knew that would clean up well enough when she had a bath. It was her weight he was worried about. She barely fit in the palm of his hand.
“Here we go,” Keeland said as he walked in with a silver tray. He set the tray down before walking over to the sink to wash his hands. He smiled when he walked back over to the exam table. “This won’t take but a moment.”
