Dead Wife? Guess Who's Back & Boss Now, Hubby!‌ - Chapter 123: Chapter 123

I shoved the window open and grinned at the killer weather outside. Just like that, my mood did a total one-eighty.
Since my interview wasn't for a while, I figured I'd check out the neighborhood. I was wandering through the grass downstairs when I heard this tiny meowing sound. I spun around but didn't see any cat.
I was about to blow it off when I heard it again.
I dropped down and started digging through the grass. Way in the back of this nasty old pipe hidden in the bushes, I spotted a little orange kitten.
The thing was skin and bones with cuts all over. Instead of freaking out when I got close, it actually tried to drag itself toward me.
My heart just broke.
No way was I leaving it there.
But these huge concrete blocks were blocking the pipe, and I couldn't budge them no matter how hard I tried.
I needed backup, but I didn't know a soul here—except for that guy who'd bailed me out at the store.
After going back and forth about it forever, I sucked it up and knocked on his door.
The guy looked totally half-asleep when he answered. As soon as he saw me, he straightened up real quick. "Need something?"
I rambled off the whole trapped-kitten situation as fast as I could.
"Hang on a sec," he said, ducking back inside. He came back out in different clothes, and we headed downstairs.
Once he spotted where the kitten was stuck, he shoved those concrete blocks aside and gently pulled the little cat out.
The kitten wouldn't stop meowing but didn't try to run. It just crashed out in his arms like it knew it was safe.
"Looks like it messed up its back legs. We should get it checked out," he said.
"There's a pet hospital right down the street," I told him.
A few minutes later, we were at the clinic. The nurse got the rundown from us and said they needed to check the kitten over.
The guy carefully set the cat on the exam table, and we stepped outside to wait.
Not long after, the nurse brought the kitten back out and said its legs weren't that bad—just scraped up and needed time to heal. The bigger problem was it was seriously underfed, so they wanted to keep an eye on it for a few days.
Looking at that tiny ball of fur, I finally let myself breathe again.
"Seriously, thanks so much for today. I was totally screwed without your help," I said. "I just realized I don't even know your name."
"No big deal. I'm just glad we got to the little guy in time. I'm Declan. What about you?"
"Skylar."
Declan kind of mumbled my name under his breath, then nodded.
After we got the kitten all settled, we walked back to our building together.
Maybe it was because we'd just gone through something together, but the conversation just flowed. No awkward silences or anything.
Turns out Declan works as some hotshot legal consultant nearby. Since I've been obsessed with law stuff since forever, we got super into talking about it.
The more we chatted, the more we clicked. It was like talking to an old friend. This Declan guy wasn't nearly as stuck-up as I'd thought.
"Hold up a sec," I said out of nowhere.
"Uh, okay," Declan said, looking confused but staying put.
I bolted to the ice cream cart on the corner and came back with two massive cones.
"You remembered," he said, his eyes going wide.
"Duh," I laughed, shoving one of the cones at him.
Declan took it without hesitating. The sun was hitting us through the trees, and I swear I caught his cheeks turning pink while he was looking at me.
Before I could say anything about it, he mumbled something about having to go and practically sprinted back to his apartment.
Whatever. After we agreed to meet up for another vet visit, I headed back to my place, feeling pretty damn good about how my day had turned out.