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I lean over and kiss his forehead. “Nope, I sure didn’t. But I couldn’t have done what you guys did.” I point at Penn. “This guy helping pull those kittens out? No, just no.”

Penn looks down at the kittens. “Three of them. That’s a lot of mouths to feed.”

I lift my hand toward him. “Well…good thing we have a professional Sphynx handler in our midst.”

A little later, Penn has moved Jezebel’s bed into the living room so we can watch them. I’m on the couch peeking at them next to Winnie, and Sam and Penn are sprawled on the floor nearby.

My phone buzzes and it’s Goldie.

“Hey!” I answer.

“Hey.” She sounds breathless. “You will not believe what just happened.”

“What?”

“So, I’m walking to work and I see this turkey in the middle of the street. Cars are honking—it was by work, so imagine the neighborhood near Lake Nokomis…busy!—and the turkey just nonchalantly meanders across.”

“Oh no.” I laugh.

“And then…” She lowers her voice dramatically. “The turkey notices the mail carrier walking by and just…loses it.”

“What do you mean ‘loses it’?”

“It startschasinghim!”

I cover my mouth when a loud cackle comes out. I look over to see if it disturbed Jezebel and the kittens, but she’s as serene as a floating cloud now that the kittens are here.

“The man was sprinting, Adeline! And the turkey was keeping up.”

“Please tell me someone recorded this.”

“I wish! It was the funniest thing I’ve ever seen.”

I’m still laughing when Goldie says, “How’s our pregnant vixen?”

“Well, I was going to call you in a little bit actually. We have three adorable kittens.”

She gasps. “No way!”

“Yep. She had them not too long ago.”

“Where are my pictures?”

“I will send some ASAP.” I giggle. “I’ll send you a video right now.”

I send her the video that I’ve probably watched ten times since recording it. It’s of Penn encouraging Jezebel and then helping get the first kitten out. I hear her play the video and gasp.

“Stop!” she shrieks. “Your hottie is a cat midwife too?”

We both cackle and I glance over at Penn, who has fallen asleep on the floor. His hand is on the lowered rail of the crib.

“He’s pretty perfect under pressure.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

LET IT GO

PENN

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