Chapter 4When David and Oliver arrived back at the apartment and stepped through the front door, Mia hopped up from the couch, jumping away from it as if she’d gotten caught in the backseat with a boy.
“Hey, Ryan.” David looked back at Oliver, who stifled a laugh. “Nice to see you.”
“You too.” He stood up and stretched, a yawn so put on, David heard Oliver snort. “I was just leaving.”
“No need to rush on our account,” Oliver said from over his shoulder. David carried a bag of kitten food under one arm, the cardboard carrier in the other, and Oliver carried his bags of new clothes. “We come bearing kittens.”
“Kittens?” Mia squealed and hurried to the mouth of the entry hall, mussed hair and twisted clothing forgotten.
Ryan knelt on the couch, watching over the back as David set the car
