He walked back inside. “How much paperwork does it take to adopt a pair of heroes?” he asked with a grin.
The vet’s eyebrows lifted, then softened. “You’re serious?”
“I stopped a train for them,” Thomas said. “Might as well stop my life from moving without them too.”
Ten minutes later, two collars clicked into place. Tracks pressed his head into Thomas’s palm. Switch yawned, rolled over, and fell asleep in his lap as if he’d always belonged there.
