Dom was actually kind of fascinated by the process and how gentle Keeland was with the kitten as he inserted a small rice-shaped tracking chip under Henrietta’s skin. He winced when the kitten cried out. That was definitely a sound of pain, but strangely enough, a moment later she calmed.
“There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” Keeland said. He gave the kitten several long strokes before picking her up and handing her to Dom. “The rest of this is up to you. She needs a bath and food. I’ll send you home with a few pamphlets on kitten care.”
Dom knew he probably hadsuckerwritten all over his face, because he walked out of Keeland’s vet clinic with a big box of stuff and two hundred dollars lighter in his pocketbook. He wasn’t sure if Keeland was trying to test him or get back at him. Either way, he had an appointment in two weeks to come back and get Henrietta her shots.
Keeland was nice enough to offer to drive him home. Dom wanted to drive to the shop and talk to Chay to get his opinion of the intense need he felt whenever he looked at Keeland or smelled him, or even thought about him. This obsession just couldn’t be right.
It wasn’t like Dom at all.
Taking care of Henrietta seemed more important at the moment. Well, maybe not more important, but more imperative. Besides, Keeland would probably have his nuts in a sling if he didn’t put the little kitten before his needs, and that was not the way to win brownie points with the man.
“Well, this is me,” Dom said when they pulled up in front of his house. “Do you want to come in for some coffee?”
That was nice, wasn’t it?
Keeland’s face flushed. “Is this like asking me if I want to see your etchings?”
Dom chuckled. “No, it’s actually me asking if you want to come in for some coffee. I don’t have any etchings, but if you really want to see something, I think I have some bike blueprints lying around somewhere I can show you.”
Keeland laughed, which was what Dom had been going for. “Maybe another time. I have to work early in the morning, so I’d better head on home.”
“And where is home?”
Keeland grinned. “Black Rock.”
Dom shook his head as he climbed out of the truck. He reached back for Henrietta and her box of stuff before shutting the door. He leaned in and sent Keeland a wicked grin. “Okay, Special K. You don’t have to tell me now, but I will find out where you live eventually.”
“Wow.” Keeland lifted an eyebrow. “My own personal stalker.”
Oh, he had no idea.
