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I decided to play with him a little; partly to see hoould handle it and partly because I was bored out of my mind “Monty who?”
Confusion fleetingly crossed his face before the self-assured mask he seemed to wear so as back in place “Funny”
I shrugged “So tells me that you don’t have much of a sense of huretted theh to insult a custo it too far
His eyes widened Bugger I waited for hiotten that temper of his But then a smirk slowly appeared and the tension left me, to be replaced with butterflies Yeah, he was one sexy ht with that assumption And it shocks the shit out of , but I do”
Well, colour me surprised I cocked ma to me; so far I knew that he was the kind of man who disliked rudeness, but also the kind of man who didn’t look out for his sick pet He had a teer, but he also treated his kid with such gentleness and kindness This was one cood, when that diht on fire
That dihts, so I was sure I looked like a coet Monty for you” I scurried out to the back without a second glance at Scott; I didn’t need to confirm how stupid I must have just looked
A couple of e we’d put Monty in, onto the front counter “Here he is; all better”
Scott took one look at Monty and then his eyes flew to mine “What the fuck happened to his face?”
“Sorry, I should have ht him out We had to remove some of his skin because it had died We’ve flushed the wound and noe need any further infection to drain out, so we’ve left the wound open You’ll need to keep it clean as the pus and blood drain from it Just use a cloth to wipe it away Also, keep this collar on him so that he can’t scratch or lick the wound, which he will try to do He’s been given antibiotics so he’s well on his way to a complete recovery now”
Scott’s full focus was on what I was saying Even though he’d taken his sweet ti Monty in, I felt certain that he would do everything to make sure his cat recovered quickly “Jesus, the poor fuckin’ cat Okay, I’ll be calling you if I hit trouble with this; he’s not getting this sick again”
I nodded “Good, and yes, please don’t hesitate to call us if you feel he’s not recovering”
Scott pulled out his wallet “Right, how much do I owe you?”
I pulled up his invoice on the computer “For the operation, anaesthetic and antibiotics, it comes to a total of five hundred and seventy dollars please”
“Fuck ht?”
“Yes,” I replied, wondering if I was going to have an arguhed This was the least favourite part ofwith pet owners who didn’t want to spend the et their pet better