Chapter 3

The vet glanced at Clementine again and pursed his lips for a moment, then met Shawn’s gaze. “So, Charlie doesn’t have a lump, or growth, or anything that could hurt him. Charlie is…maturing,” he explained, his gaze boring into Shawn, eyes twinkling.

It took a minute for the word to sink in. Holy shit.Shawn’s mouth gaped as he stared at Logan. He’d rushed to the vet in a panic because the hamster’s testicles had descended?

Logan smiled, clearly understanding that his explanation had sunk in. “No charge,” he added, his lips twitching with amusement.

Shawn had never felt so embarrassed. Heat flooded his face as he picked up the box. “Thank you.”

“Daddy, Charlie’s going to be okay!”

He nodded, attempting to tug her along. Now that the fear had subsided, she was more interested in talking to the vet.

“You have paw prints on your shirt and your pants,” she pointed out.

He laughed. “I do. I also have a set just like this with Snoopy on it, too.”