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let your eyes go from right to left. Help the photogs get the picture they needed and the one that would give you the most coverage.
    Choo, wearing a Pawtown T-shirt, stood a few yards away. Bullet walked beside him on a little leash. He met my gaze and smiled. Yep, he knew that this event was top notch. I leaned toward Lane and Dillon as the flashes continued. “Thanks for coming to this.” I didn’t move my lips and kept my smile plastered to my face.
    Dillon turned his head. He was a huge star and he could do whatever he wanted. “Dude, I’m not kidding, anything for you and for Pawtown. It’s a great charity. The work you do is awesome.”
    A trickle of pride burst through my chest. Pawtown was awesome. Not because of me, not even because of Angie, but because of what we had all managed to do and what our animals had managed to do. We saved them and they saved us.
    “Thanks, man.” We broke our pose and all four of us, counting Liam, who slept like a champ, left the carpet and headed toward the event.
    Hundreds of people had shown up, most of them with their dogs on leashes. Pawtown volunteers helped people decide on a pet, and helped others learn about the different animals and their particular needs.
    Angie sat behind the adoption table. She was looking after the two most important jobs: overseeing final paperwork on adoptions and accepting donations. 
    “This has been a great event, Trick. We’ve found fifty-three homes for our animals.” A smile burst across her face.
    “And we’ve still got two more hours.”
    “I know,” Angie nodded, giving me her I-told-you-so look.
    “Okay, you were right. Any good news on other numbers?”
    “With Left Coast’s donation we’ve raised a hundred thousand dollars.”
    I could hardly believe it. “That’s amazing. Say good-bye to that stack of bills and hello to another year.”
    “Year?” Angie tilted her head at me and cocked one eyebrow. “A hundred grand gets us out from under the bills and gives us two weeks.”
    “Two weeks?”
    “You have no idea what our operating costs are per month, do you?”
    I shook my head. Dollars, money, costs, bills. I didn’t want to keep track of any of that. I simply wanted to save animals, work with animals, and help them find a forever home.
    “We need more than five million a year to stay in the black.”
    My throat tightened. Now that I knew the numbers it would be tough to keep my head in the sand. “Wow, that is a lot of money. Even I don’t think my royalties can cover that long-term.”
    Angie smiled. “You’re right, but today helps, and Choo is looking for some corporate sponsors. I think he and Dillon have another idea that could be a great revenue stream for Pawtown.”
    Revenue stream. I liked that sound of that. Without Angie how could I function in the world? She’d always been the person who made my life easier, and what had I done to her? My eyes skimmed the chrome of her chair.
    My stomach pitted. Guilt. Pain. A wound that wouldn’t ever heal, all because I had been a fucking idiot consumed by my own needs.
    “Hey, man!”
    I turned to see Webber standing behind me with two blondes. One was four-legged.
    “I was thinking of adopting Agnes. Do you know her?”
    I glanced down at the pup on the leash. I did know Agnes, and she might be the one woman in the world to whom Webber could commit. She was nearly perfect for him. A three-year-old retriever mix, she was smart, active, and yet really mellow. I knew CTA had an open-door policy about bringing pets to work, plus with the salary Webber pulled down he could put Agnes in doggie daycare anytime he had a long day from home.
    The two-legged blonde pressed her lips together and crossed her arms over her chest. “I want him to get a smaller dog.”
    “Babe, bigger is better.” Webber’s eyes trailed across her overenhanced cleavage. His gaze came back to me. “So Agnes? Good fit? Not so good fit?”
    My hand slid through her soft fur.