Cutest kitten I’ve ever seen!
Is she named after Miley Cyrus?
I wish my man looked at me like Taysom Reed looks at that cat!
Charlotte hides a laugh behind her hand.
“Yes, I’m excited to see so many of you liking Miley as I do. Uh, in answer to your question, yes, Miley the kitten is named after Miley Cyrus.” I flash a smile. “I’m not going to say why, but yes, she is. And yes…” I study the questions flying in. “She is incredibly soft. I don’t know what exact breed she is, but I’m guessing just your average, standard American cat, if that’s a thing? Shorthaired, I think. I don’t know much about cats, but Miley here is making me want to learn more!”
I chuckle. “So again, go to the Crest building on campus on May 14th starting at six o’clock for the free screening and help with early prevention!”
Charlotte’s eyes are wide as she turns off the recording.
“You had thousands of views. And comments are pouring in. I’m…”
“…shocked!” I supply.
Chapter 15
Charlotte
“Fivehundredthousandviewsand counting!” Taysom says, standing on my doorstep, a wide grin on my face.
My brain skitters to the other night, when he helped me rescue Miley right in this very spot.
“Oh my goodness!” I shake my head. Miley, who had just been snaking around my ankles, has abandoned me entirely forTaysom and now she’s up on her hind legs, her two tiny paws on Taysom’s leg, her gaze hungry for love.
I know that gaze. I think I’m guilty of the same thing myself from time to time where Taysom is concerned.
I knew the video was close to hitting five hundred thousand. I’ve been watching it over and over again since we filmed it yesterday. And when I asked him the other day if he was on social media, of course I knew the answer to that. I’ve been silently following his accounts for years. Not in a stalkerish way. Just…well, I don’t know in what way…but I have.
“Do you want to come in?” I ask, widening the doorway.
He bends down to pick up Miley. “Yeah, if you have a few minutes? I wanted to see about filming another live video.”
I run a hand through my hair. I took my bun out when I got home from work…it feels so heavenly to scratch my head where the bobby pins dig into it all day.
“Another video? Why?”
He cuddles Miley close, nuzzling her against the bottom of his chin. “Did you not hear me? Five hundred thousand views and it doesn’t show signs of slowing down yet. We’ve got to strike while the iron’s hot!”
“I mean, I guess you’re right. It’s just that…I wasn’t expecting you and…”
His gaze travels over my living room. When he came last night, I was prepared. I’d clean up beforehand, you know? Now, the room is lived in, with cat toys and a discarded pair of shoes and a paper plate from dinner on the coffee table. Not to mention my laptop with my cobbled together, dumpster fire of a resume pulled up on it.
He hesitates. “I can come back another time…I should have asked you if I could come. I just finished a session with my trainer and thought I’d stop by.”
Ah. That explains the gym shorts and compression shirt.
Compression shirt is synonymous with gorgeous man trophy case.
“No, no need to come back. We can film right now.” I close my laptop. Why is a resume so…intimate and vulnerable? I don’t know, but suddenly, it very much is. “It’s no problem.”
“Great! I thought I could do a follow-up to the last one and answer some questions that have come up in the comments.” He pauses, looking down at the coffee table at some papers I received from the local shelter. “You reported that you found a kitten?”
I nod. “Yes, I let the police department and the shelter know. That way, if the owners come forward, they’ll get in touch with me.”
He looks at Miley lovingly. “Have you received any messages about it yet?”
