August 21st excerpt:

Nate managed to get Juno to calm down a little by the time Stan caught up. Dark eyebrows frowned at Stan as Nathan looked him up and down.

“Where’s Dean?” he asked, wasting no time mincing words.

Stan pointed. “In the kitchen. I kind of set him up with a–,”

Nate’s amber eyes went wide. “You left him on his own?” he hissed, incredulous.

July 5th excerpt:

Stan took a steadying breath, running his hand through his bright hair. “Well, I got the cardstock you needed, but… I kind of also brought home a borrower–,”

You WHAT??

July 3rd excerpt:

Dean took a moment to arrange the fabric and then came right back to the opening, planning on grabbing the rest. He could use it for other places to sit or maybe lay it out like a rug. The possibilities kept his mind busy.

Reaching the edge of the door, Dean gave Stan a thumb’s up of approval.

July 2nd excerpt:

Dean nodded, starting to gather up his chosen pile of softer fabrics. Since he couldn’t carry everything in at once, he settled for what he planned on using for his bedding.

Arms full, he walked towards the ‘door’ of his new home, looking it up and down. The opening of the door was a few centimeters over his spike of hair, and he paused to look up when he was in the doorway, touching the side of the cutaway Stan had done. There was barely a fray aside from the corners. If he had time later, he could tug any of the excess cardboard out and make it a little cleaner. It would give him something to do.

June 29th excerpt:

The granite counter was one of the highest places in the kitchen aside from the cabinets that hung above. A few belongings were scattered on the counter and table, leading Dean to suspect that Stan had never expected to bring a borrower home. This was the least likely way he’d ever expected adoption to go after years of watching people dote on their purchases out the door.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught sight of his former box in the trash to the side and the skin around his eyes tightened. If he never saw the inside of that again, he’d be happy.

June 2nd excerpt:

Stan chewed his lower lip, the little guy’s evident fear eating at him. He never wanted to scare Dean, if that was even his real name. He tried offering a small smile in the hopes of reassuring the borrower.

“Let’s getcha out of there,” Stan murmured.