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“She’s perfect for you, Webber. She’s an athletic looker who’s completely laid back.” My hand patted Agnes’ head and she licked my hand. “She’ll love you and keep up with you and look really good while doing both.”
    “Sold. Man, I already love this dog!” Webber knelt down and put his face up close to Agnes and shook her head with his hands. Her tail wagged. These two had fallen in love.
    “Webber!” The blonde bombshell whined.
    Yep, she’d been replaced. Webber didn’t stay with any woman for long, but I had a feeling that Agnes would be different. The dog had won his heart. “Thanks, man.” The three of them walked toward the adoption table to start their paperwork.

 
Chapter 6
     
    Sophia
     
    “You are not getting a dog.”
    Ellen walked toward me with a ball of fuzz on a leash. “He’s adorable.”
    “You’re kidding, right?” My heart didn’t soften. All I saw was a four-legged beast that would chew through every pair of my five-hundred-dollar heels. “No. Way.”
    “I like him.” Ellen knelt down and picked him up off the ground. He curled his head around and swiped up the side of her cheek with his tongue. “He’s part Bernese Mountain Dog and part Bloodhound.”
    “He’s a poop machine who bites and chews.” My heart hardened. “You’re not getting him.”
    “It’s my condo too. You don’t get to decide.” Ellen scratched under his chin and he tilted his head to the side. How manipulative. Even I who disliked dogs had to admit he looked like a giant teddy bear. But I wouldn’t be swayed. I knew what that cute furball would become—a dog that would bite me and maybe not in a spot that was hidden. I stepped back from Ellen and her furry friend. My gaze swept around the event and I lowered my voice to a near-whisper. “You can not get a dog.” 
    “Yes, I can.” Ellen kept the prospective pet in her arms. “I live there too and just because you have an irrational fear of dogs—”
    “I don’t have an irrational fear of dogs.” I stepped closer to my sister and leaned over the creature cradled in her arms. “I just don’t like them.”
    Both Ellen and the puppy gave me a look as though I’d just choked a baby seal with my bare hands. So. What. I didn’t want a wild animal that pooped and shed in my house. What was wrong with that? Why should I feel badly for not loving dogs, even if every one of the nearly three hundred people milling about this event seemed to be smitten with them?
    “I’m getting him.” Ellen bent over and settled the pup onto the grass. “His name is Carl.”
    The pup jumped up onto his hind legs as though I could be swayed by his impossible cuteness. I could not. I’d seen more adoring stares on the faces of men with millions in their bank accounts. If I didn’t melt into a puddle for them, I most certainly wouldn’t melt for a fluff-ball that pooped. He planted two paws on my white jeans.
    I stepped back from Carl. “Great. I have mud all over my pants.” I narrowed my eyes and looked at Ellen. “This is exactly why we aren’t getting a dog.”
    “Too late.”
    “Not too late.” I grabbed the leash handle from Ellen and marched toward the woman manning the adoption table. “We are not getting this dog.” I held out the leash. The woman lifted one eyebrow and a crooked smile lifted the corner of her mouth.
    Ellen stood beside me; she took the leash from my hand. “Stop this, Sophia, it’s embarrassing.”
    The woman with the crooked smile glanced from me to Ellen, and then back to me. “Twins, right?”
    I crossed my arms over my chest. Seriously? What a dolt. You had to be blind not to figure out that Ellen and I were identical. A sigh filled with frustration burst from my mouth. “Ellen, you don’t have time for a dog. You’re in medical school. Who is going to walk it? Who will feed it?”
    “I’m always home. I run every morning. I have dog walker referrals and a doggy daycare that he can go to. Besides I