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Avery
I was still reeling from the devastating conversation with Molly about the shitty custody arrangement that was being pushed onto them when Noah called. I glanced at the screen, saw his name, and considered ignoring the call.
I justified my reluctance to speak to him by telling myself that I wasn’t in any mood to chat with a romantic interest. However, I knew that if the screen had read ‘Gage,’ rather than ‘Noah,’ I would have been falling all over myself to answer it.
Deciding I had officially lost my normally-rational mind, I stabbed at the button to answer the call. “Hi, Noah. Are you calling to give me an update on the kitten?”
“Oh, sure.” Noah quickly shifted into doctor mode. He told me the kitten was doing well and should be ready to go home in a few days. While he was
