Chapter 8Excitement bubbled in Caspian’s chest. Flynn more or less ran toward the river, gesturing as he spoke. The way his hand moved made Caspian grin. It was as if he’d forgotten he had to appear in control of his body. He kept it up all the way until the footbridge by the hydroelectric plant came into view, then he stopped and stared at it.
“There is nothing to worry about.” There wasn’t anyone nearby.
“Intellectually, I know that.”
Caspian stopped, reached for Flynn, and pulled him into his arms.
“What are you doing?”
Yeah, what was he doing? They needed to hurry. Or they weren’t in a hurry, exactly. He’d told the shelter he was coming, they wouldn’t give the kitten to anyone else. Half an hour here or there wouldn’t matter.
He looked into Flynn’s pale eyes, took a deep breath,
