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“But seriously, Khat. Dresses?”
“It’s one night. It won’t kill you.”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, this isn’t about you.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” Timbrel snapped.
“I see your people skills are as good as ever,” Heath “Ghost” Daniels said as he entered.
Timbrel glared.
Folding her arms over her chest, Khaterah held her ground. “This benefit gala is crucial for A Breed Apart. My brother has worked very hard to make this facility a success, to give back where he saw a way. After all he’s gone through, I won’t let him down.” Large mahogany eyes glossed. “And I won’t let anyone else ruin the night for him. Not over a dress. He believed in you, Timbrel. The least you can do for him is this small thing.”
Chastised, Timbrel hung her head. “Okay.” She couldn’t hide from this. “You’re right.” Jibril had sacrificed more than most of them—he’d come back from Afghanistan minus a leg. And yet he fought on.
But a dress—nobody here could understand what that meant. Broke beyond broke, she would have to use one of her old gowns.
“Do you need help with a gown … I mean, financially?”
Timbrel snorted and let her boots thud against the ground. “No.” She needed to redirect this conversation and deflect the attention. She tugged a spreadsheet closer and scanned the numbers and names. “How far are we from our goal?”
“Well, we’ve really stretched our faith out there, believing for a million dollars. We’re about halfway.” Khaterah blew a stream of air from puffed cheeks. “I can’t lie to you—we’ll really be hurting if we don’t make it.”
“Hurting? What are you doing with the money? I just did a mission—”
“Are you accusing me of stealing?”
“If the boots—”
“Whoa!” Ghost shouted. “Stop. Both of you. Nobody’s going there. This business is expensive. Jibril is growing the organization. He’s just invested in a stud for breeding.”
“Why are we holding it at the hotel? Host it here—”
“It’s the middle of August. In Central Texas. Want to offer ice-cube baths with their champagne?”
“We’re serving champagne?”
Khat huffed. “It was a figure of speech.”
“I say dump the hotel and liquor—”
“The hotel has been donated by—”
“Hogan,” Ghost snapped. He looked down then at Timbrel. “She doesn’t have to justify every decision to you. Trust her to get the job done. She didn’t go over to A-stan with you and Beowulf, second-guessing your every move. That new harness, that new vest you got for Beo—that’s Khat working her backside off to get the best at the lowest prices. Get over yourself.”
Timbrel swallowed the baseball-sized lump of humble pie.
Khaterah sighed. “A lot happened in the month you were gone. Vet bills—”
“You’re the vet!”
“Yes,” Khat hissed. “But I am not a specialist. One of the donated dogs got hurt.”
Timbrel’s heart and head thudded. What was she doing?
Shut up and sit down
.
Khaterah sighed again. “I’m interviewing for a kennel master and …” She shook her head.
“So we still need a lot,” Ghost said.
“Yes,” Khaterah said. “I’ve spent the day sending out invitations, e-mailing others, and phoning.”
“Oh, speaking of phone lists …” Ghost tugged a folded paper from his back pocket. “Darci gave me this. She said this list should prove lucrative and to use her name when calling.”
Leave it to Heath’s spy wife to have connections that would be lucrative.
“Brilliant!” Khat had cornered the market on gorgeous. Those exotic features and the fiery personality, a brother who cared, parents who loved them … Khat loved animals, devoted her life to taking care of them, giving back. She deserved to be loved and loved completely.
So, why hadn’t a guy tripped over his tongue regarding her? Why didn’t she have a man like Candyman pounding down her door? Khaterah deserved that.
I don’t
.
“I’m heading
“It’s one night. It won’t kill you.”
“You have no idea.”
“Well, this isn’t about you.”
“Tell me how you really feel,” Timbrel snapped.
“I see your people skills are as good as ever,” Heath “Ghost” Daniels said as he entered.
Timbrel glared.
Folding her arms over her chest, Khaterah held her ground. “This benefit gala is crucial for A Breed Apart. My brother has worked very hard to make this facility a success, to give back where he saw a way. After all he’s gone through, I won’t let him down.” Large mahogany eyes glossed. “And I won’t let anyone else ruin the night for him. Not over a dress. He believed in you, Timbrel. The least you can do for him is this small thing.”
Chastised, Timbrel hung her head. “Okay.” She couldn’t hide from this. “You’re right.” Jibril had sacrificed more than most of them—he’d come back from Afghanistan minus a leg. And yet he fought on.
But a dress—nobody here could understand what that meant. Broke beyond broke, she would have to use one of her old gowns.
“Do you need help with a gown … I mean, financially?”
Timbrel snorted and let her boots thud against the ground. “No.” She needed to redirect this conversation and deflect the attention. She tugged a spreadsheet closer and scanned the numbers and names. “How far are we from our goal?”
“Well, we’ve really stretched our faith out there, believing for a million dollars. We’re about halfway.” Khaterah blew a stream of air from puffed cheeks. “I can’t lie to you—we’ll really be hurting if we don’t make it.”
“Hurting? What are you doing with the money? I just did a mission—”
“Are you accusing me of stealing?”
“If the boots—”
“Whoa!” Ghost shouted. “Stop. Both of you. Nobody’s going there. This business is expensive. Jibril is growing the organization. He’s just invested in a stud for breeding.”
“Why are we holding it at the hotel? Host it here—”
“It’s the middle of August. In Central Texas. Want to offer ice-cube baths with their champagne?”
“We’re serving champagne?”
Khat huffed. “It was a figure of speech.”
“I say dump the hotel and liquor—”
“The hotel has been donated by—”
“Hogan,” Ghost snapped. He looked down then at Timbrel. “She doesn’t have to justify every decision to you. Trust her to get the job done. She didn’t go over to A-stan with you and Beowulf, second-guessing your every move. That new harness, that new vest you got for Beo—that’s Khat working her backside off to get the best at the lowest prices. Get over yourself.”
Timbrel swallowed the baseball-sized lump of humble pie.
Khaterah sighed. “A lot happened in the month you were gone. Vet bills—”
“You’re the vet!”
“Yes,” Khat hissed. “But I am not a specialist. One of the donated dogs got hurt.”
Timbrel’s heart and head thudded. What was she doing?
Shut up and sit down
.
Khaterah sighed again. “I’m interviewing for a kennel master and …” She shook her head.
“So we still need a lot,” Ghost said.
“Yes,” Khaterah said. “I’ve spent the day sending out invitations, e-mailing others, and phoning.”
“Oh, speaking of phone lists …” Ghost tugged a folded paper from his back pocket. “Darci gave me this. She said this list should prove lucrative and to use her name when calling.”
Leave it to Heath’s spy wife to have connections that would be lucrative.
“Brilliant!” Khat had cornered the market on gorgeous. Those exotic features and the fiery personality, a brother who cared, parents who loved them … Khat loved animals, devoted her life to taking care of them, giving back. She deserved to be loved and loved completely.
So, why hadn’t a guy tripped over his tongue regarding her? Why didn’t she have a man like Candyman pounding down her door? Khaterah deserved that.
I don’t
.
“I’m heading
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