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silicon the way tornadoes liked trailer parks, but out of the corner of his eye he saw Max and the dogs jogging down on the beach. He looked at the approaching storm and the wind-whipped water and then back at her with amazement. He assumed she knew a storm was coming, so what the hell was she doing on the beach? She was the tallest thing out there for miles. Was she trying to be a lightning statistic?
The faint rumble of thunder shook the silence again. The sky was turning black. Tight-lipped, Adam hurried out of the room and down the stairs.
Outside, Max and the dogs jogged back toward the house. Fat raindrops were beginning to pelt them, so Max increased the pace. Being out here in the storm was part of the training Portia wanted Max to maintain. The dogs never knew what kind of weather they’d be working in, and Portia and Max wanted them to be comfortable in all types of conditions, but this jog might have been a mistake. Max could see the lightning. The clouds looked like fat black cabbages. Since she was the tallest thing on the beach, she hoped Mother Nature didn’t mistake her for a lightning rod. A flash of lightning struckthe water about two hundred feet out, and the thunder was so loud, Max felt the ground shake beneath her shoes. Blinded by the rain now coming down horizontally, she signaled the dogs to take off, so they’d at least be out of the wet, but they kept pace beside her. Grinning at their loyalty, she kicked into a sprint.
The beach was muddy now, though, and she was having trouble breathing because of the fierce winds, but they made it to the stairs. The wind had increased threefold in a blink of an eye, and Max found it hard to see, let alone make any headway up the steps. She grabbed hold of the railing to keep from being blown to Chicago and realized the very serious mistake she’d made underestimating the weather. She’d not only endangered herself, but her precious dogs. The dogs, built lower to the ground, seemed to have hunkered down and were attempting to break a path through the screaming wind and hurricane force rain. Max put her head down, gripped the rain-slick rail and forced her body to conquer the weather that was trying to push her back. Her hand slipped and she lost her grip. She managed to grab hold again just as the angry wind slapped her spine back against the iron rail. Her back screamed with pain. Then a strong hand grabbed her around the waist. She looked up into the grim, wet, bearded face of Adam Gary.
“Come on!” he yelled over the swirling wind and rain.
Max was grateful for his presence but she could see Ruby struggling to go forward. “Go ahead!” She pointed at Ruby. “I need to help her!” she shouted.
Holding tightly to his hand, Max made her way over to the canine. The rain and wind were slapping her face with so much force it kept snatching her breath. Herback protested when she lifted Ruby, and Max wasn’t sure she could carry her the whole way up. Ruby was ninety pounds of bone and muscle, and she was heavy.
Max saw Gary pick up Ossie with no problem. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, and as she carried Ruby, they battled their way up the stairs.
Once they were safely inside, Max and Adam slid to the floor with the dogs. They were all soaked and breathing heavily. Glad to be out of the raging storm, Max tried to catch her breath. She swore never to do anything that asinine again. Ever. She hugged the drenched and panting Ruby. “You okay, girl?”
Max checked her over for any obvious scrapes or injuries but saw none. “I’m sorry. My fault entirely.”
She could see Adam’s tight face. He was so wet he looked like he’d taken a shower with his clothes on. “If you have something to say, please say it.”
Ossie was standing beside him panting with exertion. “A woman with your training should have more sense.”
“I know. Thanks for the rescue.”
Her attitude seemed to have caught him off guard.
She asked, “Did you expect
The faint rumble of thunder shook the silence again. The sky was turning black. Tight-lipped, Adam hurried out of the room and down the stairs.
Outside, Max and the dogs jogged back toward the house. Fat raindrops were beginning to pelt them, so Max increased the pace. Being out here in the storm was part of the training Portia wanted Max to maintain. The dogs never knew what kind of weather they’d be working in, and Portia and Max wanted them to be comfortable in all types of conditions, but this jog might have been a mistake. Max could see the lightning. The clouds looked like fat black cabbages. Since she was the tallest thing on the beach, she hoped Mother Nature didn’t mistake her for a lightning rod. A flash of lightning struckthe water about two hundred feet out, and the thunder was so loud, Max felt the ground shake beneath her shoes. Blinded by the rain now coming down horizontally, she signaled the dogs to take off, so they’d at least be out of the wet, but they kept pace beside her. Grinning at their loyalty, she kicked into a sprint.
The beach was muddy now, though, and she was having trouble breathing because of the fierce winds, but they made it to the stairs. The wind had increased threefold in a blink of an eye, and Max found it hard to see, let alone make any headway up the steps. She grabbed hold of the railing to keep from being blown to Chicago and realized the very serious mistake she’d made underestimating the weather. She’d not only endangered herself, but her precious dogs. The dogs, built lower to the ground, seemed to have hunkered down and were attempting to break a path through the screaming wind and hurricane force rain. Max put her head down, gripped the rain-slick rail and forced her body to conquer the weather that was trying to push her back. Her hand slipped and she lost her grip. She managed to grab hold again just as the angry wind slapped her spine back against the iron rail. Her back screamed with pain. Then a strong hand grabbed her around the waist. She looked up into the grim, wet, bearded face of Adam Gary.
“Come on!” he yelled over the swirling wind and rain.
Max was grateful for his presence but she could see Ruby struggling to go forward. “Go ahead!” She pointed at Ruby. “I need to help her!” she shouted.
Holding tightly to his hand, Max made her way over to the canine. The rain and wind were slapping her face with so much force it kept snatching her breath. Herback protested when she lifted Ruby, and Max wasn’t sure she could carry her the whole way up. Ruby was ninety pounds of bone and muscle, and she was heavy.
Max saw Gary pick up Ossie with no problem. He wrapped his other arm around her waist, and as she carried Ruby, they battled their way up the stairs.
Once they were safely inside, Max and Adam slid to the floor with the dogs. They were all soaked and breathing heavily. Glad to be out of the raging storm, Max tried to catch her breath. She swore never to do anything that asinine again. Ever. She hugged the drenched and panting Ruby. “You okay, girl?”
Max checked her over for any obvious scrapes or injuries but saw none. “I’m sorry. My fault entirely.”
She could see Adam’s tight face. He was so wet he looked like he’d taken a shower with his clothes on. “If you have something to say, please say it.”
Ossie was standing beside him panting with exertion. “A woman with your training should have more sense.”
“I know. Thanks for the rescue.”
Her attitude seemed to have caught him off guard.
She asked, “Did you expect
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