“You don’t have to do that.”

“You’re right, I don’t, but unless you have a spare hundred or so dollars hanging around right now…”

I grimaced. “Understood.”

He laughed and wrapped Lucifer in the blanket. “It won’t take me long. I’ll give you my number, so call in the morning and I’ll let you know how he’s doing. Do you have your phone?”

All right, so it wasn’t the way I’d ever planned on getting his number, but I’d take it.

“Not with me, no. Thank you. I really appreciate it.” I stood when he did.

He smiled and scribbled his number on the back of a Target receipt from the coffee table. “It’s my job.”

“Well, thank you anyway.” I returned his smile and took his number. “What time should I call?”

“Whenever. I’m at work by eight, so if I don’t answer, leave a message and I’ll call you back as soon as I can.”

“Okay.” I swallowed and said goodbye to Lucifer, smoothing around his ears the way the little demon liked.

Isaac walked me to the door. “He’ll be fine. He’s just going to need a few days to let the meds do their thing and he’ll be back to normal before you know it. I’ll do a full check on him anyway, especially since he was a stray.”

I smiled with relief. “Thanks. I still don’t even know if I’m keeping him.”

“Hannah, if you were going to get rid of him, you’d have done it already.” Isaac grinned knowingly. “I’ll take care of your kitten.”

“He’s not my kitten.”

“If you say so.” His grin became a smirk. “Goodnight, Hannah.”

“‘Night, Isaac. Thank you again.”

“Anytime.”

I stepped out onto the path and threw my hand up in a wave, clutching his number tightly in the other hand. He returned the gesture and stepped back inside, shutting the door.

I let myself into my house and locked the door behind me, then looked down at his number. It looked vaguely familiar, like I already had it saved in my phone, but I knew that was impossible.

I’d never had Isaac’s number, much to my disappointment. Not that I’d know what to do with it, mind you. I wasn’t exactly a go-getter in the dating department.

I’d probably just butt dial him.

Which was exactly why saving his number was a bad idea, but I didn’t have a choice. I’d just lose the receipt and then I’d be screwed.

I played with it in my hand as I went to get my phone from the kitchen.

Shit. I was late for my texting date. It was past ten-thirty.

Although, judging from the lack of unread texts, I wasn’t the only one who’d forgotten.

Whatever. I couldn’t be bothered with it tonight anyway. I was worried about my cat who wasn’t my cat.

I opened the phone menu and tapped in Isaac’s number. Halfway through, a little bar came up that matched the number.

No.

No way.