The Saturday before Valentine’s seemed to be one of those days for them both. Not only was Kaos booked solid from eight in the morning to five in the evening, but his lunchtime and break texts to Padraig got answers much later, and even those answers were harried.
He knew Padraig’s Saturdays were usually busy, since the people who worked during the weeks brought in their pets for set appointments then. He knew there’d been a cat who had an appointment for something, and then a dog had been hit by a car, and someone’s cow was doing poorly, and so on and so forth. It had Padraig working at the clinic, driving to farms, eating lunch while driving, then getting back to the clinic, before leaving again for a house call.
Kaos was getting tired around four, as he was finishing up a tattoo for B
