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bottom lip in that damn adorable way he’d noticed the first night she’d showed up at Mountain Glen. “This is nice,” she said in a whisper. “But—”
“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “You have work to do.” He took a step back, though he left his hands on her hips. “I came here because I wanted to ask you to dinner again.” This time, it wouldn’t end with a chaste kiss at the car door if he had anything to say about it.
She tucked a strand of her flyaway hair behind one ear. “I’d like that.”
“Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at eight?”
She nodded. “Okay. Where are we going?”
“Ah, doll, that’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“You are absolutely not wearing anything from that closet,” Ella said the next morning. “I have the day off, and we’re going shopping.”
“I don’t have the day off,” Becca answered, “and I’m sure I can find something appropriate for dinner without going shopping.” Even as she said the words, she still couldn’t believe them. Another dinner with Zane. Another chance to spend time with him, maybe feel his hands on her, maybe, if she was really lucky, feel his lips on her and more.
Oh, she’d like the more , even though the thought of getting naked with him half-terrified her. Everything about him seemed big, from his hands to his height to his ego. She wondered just what else she might find that was larger than life.
“Isn’t there anyone who can cover for you?” Ella wandered into Becca’s bedroom, still in her robe and slippers. “Even for lunch? There’s a new place over in Silver Valley, a little boutique with all this great stuff from the city.”
“That means it’s out of my price range.” Becca pulled on a pair of jeans and a blue Pine Point Paws sweatshirt. She tied her hair back and dabbed on a little blush and eyeliner.
“You didn’t let me finish.” Ella stretched out on Becca’s twin bed. “It also has a consignment shop attached to it. One of the girls in the salon got a whole bunch of designer stuff for, like, thirty bucks the other day.”
“Really?” That did sound reasonable. She hedged. Their vet tech was working full days again, and she had two volunteers plus Julito and Kevin coming in later. “Okay,” she said as she pulled on her hat and coat. “One hour. Can you pick me up? Meet me there at noon?”
Ella waved her fingers in the air. “Of course. I don’t have anything else going on today.”
Becca thought about that comment about twenty times that morning . “I don’t have anything else going on today.” How had she and Ella grown up in the same home, with the same parents, and turned out so different? By nine o’clock, she was covered in cat vomit, thanks to a raging virus that had taken down half the cats in one room. By ten, she’d turned her sweatshirt inside out in a vain effort to mask the other odors attached to it, which ranged from bleach to dog snot to grime to dish detergent.
“Please bring me a change of clothes when you come,” she texted her sister, imagining Ella still lounged on her bed, feet up, nose in a fashion magazine.
By the time noon rolled around, Becca had managed to settle down two new pups back in the kennel, go over website updates with Shirley and talk to their tech about Toodles’s tooth infection. “I think he needs those back ones taken out,” she said with a sad look at the thirteen-year-old tabby who slept in the office.
“He’ll be just fine without them,” the tech said. “Tell you what, I’d be happy if all I had to do was mush on good food all day long. Chewing is overrated.” She gathered Toodles into her arms as the front door whooshed open. Cold air filled the foyer and the office, along with Ella, who’d changed into a bright blue ski jacket, black print leggings and over-the-knee boots. Her hair was curled into ringlets and it looked to Becca like she’d applied long, false eyelashes.
Again, how the hell do
“I know.” He kissed the top of her head. “You have work to do.” He took a step back, though he left his hands on her hips. “I came here because I wanted to ask you to dinner again.” This time, it wouldn’t end with a chaste kiss at the car door if he had anything to say about it.
She tucked a strand of her flyaway hair behind one ear. “I’d like that.”
“Tomorrow? I’ll pick you up at eight?”
She nodded. “Okay. Where are we going?”
“Ah, doll, that’s a surprise. You’ll have to wait and see.”
“You are absolutely not wearing anything from that closet,” Ella said the next morning. “I have the day off, and we’re going shopping.”
“I don’t have the day off,” Becca answered, “and I’m sure I can find something appropriate for dinner without going shopping.” Even as she said the words, she still couldn’t believe them. Another dinner with Zane. Another chance to spend time with him, maybe feel his hands on her, maybe, if she was really lucky, feel his lips on her and more.
Oh, she’d like the more , even though the thought of getting naked with him half-terrified her. Everything about him seemed big, from his hands to his height to his ego. She wondered just what else she might find that was larger than life.
“Isn’t there anyone who can cover for you?” Ella wandered into Becca’s bedroom, still in her robe and slippers. “Even for lunch? There’s a new place over in Silver Valley, a little boutique with all this great stuff from the city.”
“That means it’s out of my price range.” Becca pulled on a pair of jeans and a blue Pine Point Paws sweatshirt. She tied her hair back and dabbed on a little blush and eyeliner.
“You didn’t let me finish.” Ella stretched out on Becca’s twin bed. “It also has a consignment shop attached to it. One of the girls in the salon got a whole bunch of designer stuff for, like, thirty bucks the other day.”
“Really?” That did sound reasonable. She hedged. Their vet tech was working full days again, and she had two volunteers plus Julito and Kevin coming in later. “Okay,” she said as she pulled on her hat and coat. “One hour. Can you pick me up? Meet me there at noon?”
Ella waved her fingers in the air. “Of course. I don’t have anything else going on today.”
Becca thought about that comment about twenty times that morning . “I don’t have anything else going on today.” How had she and Ella grown up in the same home, with the same parents, and turned out so different? By nine o’clock, she was covered in cat vomit, thanks to a raging virus that had taken down half the cats in one room. By ten, she’d turned her sweatshirt inside out in a vain effort to mask the other odors attached to it, which ranged from bleach to dog snot to grime to dish detergent.
“Please bring me a change of clothes when you come,” she texted her sister, imagining Ella still lounged on her bed, feet up, nose in a fashion magazine.
By the time noon rolled around, Becca had managed to settle down two new pups back in the kennel, go over website updates with Shirley and talk to their tech about Toodles’s tooth infection. “I think he needs those back ones taken out,” she said with a sad look at the thirteen-year-old tabby who slept in the office.
“He’ll be just fine without them,” the tech said. “Tell you what, I’d be happy if all I had to do was mush on good food all day long. Chewing is overrated.” She gathered Toodles into her arms as the front door whooshed open. Cold air filled the foyer and the office, along with Ella, who’d changed into a bright blue ski jacket, black print leggings and over-the-knee boots. Her hair was curled into ringlets and it looked to Becca like she’d applied long, false eyelashes.
Again, how the hell do
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