Chapter 17
Scott froze, his eyes reddening for a moment.
She finally stopped resisting his touch, letting down her guard with him.
Pamela felt shy, her voice muffled as she nestled in his arms.
“When you weren’t around today… I kind of missed you.”
Scott hugged her back, aching at her fragile frame yet glowing at her words.
“Just this once. After today, I’ll take you wherever I go.”
Pamela peeked out from his embrace, eyes crinkling with laughter.
“Promise?”
Scott nodded tenderly: “Yeah, promise.”
He’d pour his soul into making up for their lost decade.
Pamela then slipped away, pulling up a photo on her phone for Scott.
Tilting her head behind the screen, she met his gaze.
She blurted out: “Scott, I want a cat.”
The image showed a chubby, adorable ginger cat.
Scott’s lips quirked up as he took the phone, recalling their middle school days.
“Want this ginger type?”
“Remember feeding strays in seventh grade? You got scratched and needed three shots?”
“You were bawling your eyes out telling me…
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Pamela flushed, clamping her hand over his mouth: “Shut up!”
“That was forever ago! Why’d you remember…”
“Besides, I’m grown now. Pain doesn’t scare me.”
Scott indulged her bluff, smiling without calling it out.
“Fine, fine. You’re all grown up.”
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The cat talk died with Pamela’s school embarrassment.
Yet when Pamela woke next morning, a snoozing Ginger Tabby lay by her pillow.
Sleep vanished instantly-she bolted upright, beaming.
The jolt startled the cat, drawing tiny mewls.
Pamela fumbled to pet it, whispering: “Sorry! Go back to sleep.”
She glanced toward the doorway where Scott leaned, grinning for praise.
Right on cue, he piped up:
“You can start complimenting me now.”
Pamela chuckled: “Pushing thirty, still as childish as in school.”
Last night’s hug had bridged their distance.
Seeing Scott’s expectant look, she sighed playfully:
“Oh my god, Scott!
You’re amazing!
Like a genie dropped from heaven!”
But Scott thought: this life should’ve been theirs ten years ago.
Since childhood, Pamela and Scott had always been like this.
Their high school rift felt like a fever dream.
Scott swept hair from his forehead, smirking: “Thanks for the praise~”
Pamela rolled her eyes and looked away.
The kitten curled back into sleep on the bed.
Scott watched her gentle strokes: “What’ll you name it?”
Pamela answered instantly: “Ginger Tabby.”
Scott Brown paused at her words, then chimed in enthusiastically: “Great name. Easy to grasp and care for.”
The supplies for Ginger Tabby arrived that afternoon.
Scott was tackling work tasks in his study, so Pamela Garcia decided not to disturb him and fetched the packages her-
self.
When Scott finally emerged, he found her drenched in sweat, her face pale as she lugged a bag of cat litter.
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Scott knit his brows and immediately took over the bag.
“Why didn’t you call me to handle this?”
“Your condition just stabilized,” Pamela replied breathlessly. “Don’t exert yourself.”
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