thatâs what he would do. Iâm Grace, by the way.â
âGlad to meet you, Grace. And if anyone did the saving tonight, it was you. Iâm surprised you saw them near that Dumpster.â
âJust luck. I wasâ¦walking slowly. Thinking.â
Her mouth tightened. She blew out a little breath.
A story there, Noah thought. But it wasnât any of his business.
He drove with extra care, alert for sliding cars and patchy ice. The snow was getting deeper, and the streets were nearly deserted except for an occasional snow truck or ambulance.
He glanced over at Grace, who was holding the box protectively at her chest. Now they had the heat covered, but what were they supposed to do for fluids? Noah was fresh out of baby bottles or eyedroppers.
But he knew someone who wasnât.
He pulled out his cell phone and hit speed dial. His older brother answered on the third ring, sounding breathless. âMcLeodâs. Reed here.â
âHey, big bro. Iâve got an emergency on my hands. Can you meet me at Dadâs shop in ten minutes? And bring baby blanketsâor clean towels.â
There was a potent silence. Then Reed McLeod cleared his throat. âBaby blankets?â
âThatâs what I said, big bro.â
âDo I want to know why?â
âProbably not. I donât have time to explain anyway. Thereâs zero visibility out here and this storm is just starting. Gotta go. And be sure to bring the big car, will you? Iâm not taking chances with these drifts that are forming.â
âThis is an emergency?â
âYeah, it is.â Noah glanced down at the kittens and frowned.
âI was just sitting down to Myraâs amazing dumplings, but I figure the story youâre going to tell me will be worth it. Youâre usually good for a story.â
He hung up before Noah could give him an earful.
Noah was a careful driver, but he barely missed getting hit three times in the whiteout. A layer of ice had formed beneath the fresh snow, and by the time he reached the meeting point at his fatherâs shop, he was ten minutes behind schedule.
He knew that Grace was worrying about the animals, though she didnât pester him with questions or complaints.
âHow are your guys doing?â
âTwo of them are moving around. I think they just started nursing, thank heavens. But the other two look very lethargic. The mother needs fluids. And Iâm afraid thatââ Her breath caught. âWait. No way.â
âWhat?â Noah wanted to look over at the kittens, but he didnât dare take his eyes from the road given the icy conditions. âWhat happened?â
âYou are not going to believe this. I mean really not going to believe it.â Graceâs voice filled with a husky wave of tenderness.
The smoky sound did something odd to Noahâs pulse. âTell me, Grace.â
âI thought there were four kittens. But now I can see that this cat has three kittens and one puppy.â
âA puppy?â Noah swerved to avoid a Volvo, skidding sideways over a patch of black ice. âDamn.Okay, now would you say that again? You canât meanââ
âIâm sure of it. The mother is treating them all the same, grooming them in turn, but I know a puppy when I see one. This looks like maybe a collie-retriever mix. Heâs licking my finger in search of food. At least I think itâs a he. Youâre a big sweetie, arenât you, honey? So soft.â Her face was radiant when she looked up. She reached over and squeezed Noahâs shoulder. âI couldnât have managed this without you. How can I possibly repay you?â
As her hand skimmed his arm, Noah felt a stab of heat. He knew a few ways, but they didnât bear thinking about. Head out of the gutter, pal.
âLetâs say you thank me by giving me at least one of these guys. Preferably two. Iâd really like that puppy