Page 115 of Bred By the Sheikh

I looked down.

The cat had both front paws around the loose linen near Chrissy’s ankle.

I shook my head.

“You’ve been engaged for less than a minute.”

“And already my future stepcat is ruining the moment.”

“Stepcat?”

Chrissy stared at me.

“What else am I supposed to call her?”

“She’s a cat.”

“That feels emotionally insufficient.”

Goblin bit the fabric lightly.

A household attendant hurried toward us.

“I’m sorry, Ms. Campbell.”

Chrissy bent and freed her trousers.

“It’s fine.”

Goblin looked up at her.

Chrissy pointed at the cat.

“You almost had me crying. Don’t make me reconsider custody.”

I picked up the ring box.

“You don’t have custody.”

Chrissy straightened.

“Excuse me?”

“She lives in my residence.”

“I found her.”

“I paid the veterinarian.”

“She chose me.”

“That’s debatable.”

Goblin rubbed against Chrissy’s ankle.

Chrissy folded her arms.

“I rest my case.”