Chapter 13
Hearing Owen in the kitchen, Marc headed that way and stood in the doorway watching.
Still cooing to Gideon, Owen emptied a can of tuna into a bowl and placed it on the floor in front of the cat. He finally noticed Marc standing there and opened his arms wide. “Isn’t it wonderful? He’s really okay.”
Marc walked into the room and into those arms, letting Owen squeeze him tightly. “Yes, it’s wonderful. But I’m at a loss to explain it. I swear to you, there was no heartbeat; there was no indication he was still alive. I don’t understand what’s happened here.”
Owen pulled away from him, grinning brightly. “It doesn’t matter why—I’m just overjoyed he’s here. And I’m not questioning your skill as a vet. I’m sure you did everything right.”
Frustrated, Marc asked, “Then how do you
