Chapter 4
Owen sat in the rocking chair in the cat room, his legs folded underneath him. The kittens were fed, the litter pans were scooped, and the lies he’d told Marc were circling around him.
Being left behind for the holidays was tearing him up. He ached to be with Marc—even if the thought of meeting Marc’s family had him cringing and looking for an escape route. It was so foolish, really. They sounded like warm, loving people. So what was there to be afraid of? The fact that those loving Christian people might not approve of a cat-hoarding Wiccan? Especially one with an uncertain career path who might never be self-supporting? What parents wouldn’t be thrilled with that resume? And if it came down to a choice between family and Owen, Marc would be left with an impossible decision.
