him.
"I'm sorry," she said
softly.
"Sorry's not good enough, Zoe. You
signed a rental agreement that clearly stated no pets, but you went
and got one anyway."
"I know," she said
unhappily.
"Good. Then you can bring it right
back to where you found it," he told her.
"I-I can't do that," she said quietly,
shooting another look over her shoulder at the dog.
"Where did you get him?" he demanded,
already reaching for the dog. He pulled the good size puppy into
his arms, ignoring the tail wagging against his leg and the little
puppy licks he was giving his neck.
"The shelter," she answered, twisting
her hands together.
"Good," he said, heading for the
door.
"Where are you going?" she demanded,
following him out into the short hallway.
"The shelter. Where else?" he asked,
heading down the stairs. Anyone else and he would have told her to
pack her shit up and move out, but this was his little tenant and
he didn't like the idea of tossing her out. So the only choice of
course was getting rid of the puppy, who was currently tickling his
neck with its whiskers.
He heard her gasp behind him. "You
can't do that!" she cried, running around him and plastering
herself against the door.
"Watch me," he said, heading for the
backdoor only to find his path once again cut off.
"No, I'm serious," she said, holding
up her hands to stop him. "As much as I would like a dog I wasn't
going to keep him, but I couldn't leave him there."
"Why the hell not?" he asked, getting
mildly annoyed now with the bullshit. "You're not keeping this dog,
Zoe, so get the hell out of my way."
"No!"
"Zoe," he bit out between clenched.
"Move your little ass right now or I swear to god I will put you
over my knee."
"Look, I knew I couldn't keep him, but
I also couldn't leave him there. They were going to put him down
today. I was just trying to buy some time so I could find him a
nice home," she said in a rush, reaching out to pet the dog almost
as if she couldn't stop herself.
"Aw, hell," he said, dropping his head
back and closing his eyes. She just had to go and say
that.
"I knew you wouldn't be happy and I
did leave. I really did, but halfway to my car he started crying
and barking and I just couldn't leave him there," she said,
sounding close to tears. "I'm really sorry, Trevor."
There was no way in hell he was
opening his eyes and taking the chance of seeing her cry. Crying
from any other woman usually just irritated the shit out of him,
but for some bizarre reason the thought of Zoe crying damn near
unmanned him. He knew it probably had something to do with the fact
that Zoe was the only woman he'd ever been flat out rude to and
that in the grand scheme of things her feelings shouldn't matter,
but they did.
With a resigned sigh he put the dog
down and stood up, happy to see that Zoe wasn't crying. She looked
a little nervous, but he could handle that better than
tears.
"I'll help you find someone to take
the dog," he started, only to have Zoe cut him off with an excited
little squeal and smile that he refused to find adorable. Although
he may have noted that certain assets bounced when she got excited,
but he pushed that observation from his mind and focused on the
problem at hand.
"I'll help you find him a home, but
you're not keeping him, Zoe. If we can't find someone to take him
in a week then he's going back to the shelter," he warned
her.
Zoe wringed her hands
together once more as she looked quickly down at the dog and then
back up at him. She gave him a firm nod. "He's cute. I don't think
we'll have any problems finding a good home for him," she said, making
him damn near sigh.
"Whoever wants him can have him, Zoe,"
he said, holding his hand up to stop the argument that he knew was
coming. She wanted the dog to have the perfect home and he just
wanted it out of his. "That's the deal. Take it or leave
it."
She pursed up her lips and arched her
brows in that stubborn expression of hers and he waited for the
argument he knew was coming
"I'm sorry," she said
softly.
"Sorry's not good enough, Zoe. You
signed a rental agreement that clearly stated no pets, but you went
and got one anyway."
"I know," she said
unhappily.
"Good. Then you can bring it right
back to where you found it," he told her.
"I-I can't do that," she said quietly,
shooting another look over her shoulder at the dog.
"Where did you get him?" he demanded,
already reaching for the dog. He pulled the good size puppy into
his arms, ignoring the tail wagging against his leg and the little
puppy licks he was giving his neck.
"The shelter," she answered, twisting
her hands together.
"Good," he said, heading for the
door.
"Where are you going?" she demanded,
following him out into the short hallway.
"The shelter. Where else?" he asked,
heading down the stairs. Anyone else and he would have told her to
pack her shit up and move out, but this was his little tenant and
he didn't like the idea of tossing her out. So the only choice of
course was getting rid of the puppy, who was currently tickling his
neck with its whiskers.
He heard her gasp behind him. "You
can't do that!" she cried, running around him and plastering
herself against the door.
"Watch me," he said, heading for the
backdoor only to find his path once again cut off.
"No, I'm serious," she said, holding
up her hands to stop him. "As much as I would like a dog I wasn't
going to keep him, but I couldn't leave him there."
"Why the hell not?" he asked, getting
mildly annoyed now with the bullshit. "You're not keeping this dog,
Zoe, so get the hell out of my way."
"No!"
"Zoe," he bit out between clenched.
"Move your little ass right now or I swear to god I will put you
over my knee."
"Look, I knew I couldn't keep him, but
I also couldn't leave him there. They were going to put him down
today. I was just trying to buy some time so I could find him a
nice home," she said in a rush, reaching out to pet the dog almost
as if she couldn't stop herself.
"Aw, hell," he said, dropping his head
back and closing his eyes. She just had to go and say
that.
"I knew you wouldn't be happy and I
did leave. I really did, but halfway to my car he started crying
and barking and I just couldn't leave him there," she said,
sounding close to tears. "I'm really sorry, Trevor."
There was no way in hell he was
opening his eyes and taking the chance of seeing her cry. Crying
from any other woman usually just irritated the shit out of him,
but for some bizarre reason the thought of Zoe crying damn near
unmanned him. He knew it probably had something to do with the fact
that Zoe was the only woman he'd ever been flat out rude to and
that in the grand scheme of things her feelings shouldn't matter,
but they did.
With a resigned sigh he put the dog
down and stood up, happy to see that Zoe wasn't crying. She looked
a little nervous, but he could handle that better than
tears.
"I'll help you find someone to take
the dog," he started, only to have Zoe cut him off with an excited
little squeal and smile that he refused to find adorable. Although
he may have noted that certain assets bounced when she got excited,
but he pushed that observation from his mind and focused on the
problem at hand.
"I'll help you find him a home, but
you're not keeping him, Zoe. If we can't find someone to take him
in a week then he's going back to the shelter," he warned
her.
Zoe wringed her hands
together once more as she looked quickly down at the dog and then
back up at him. She gave him a firm nod. "He's cute. I don't think
we'll have any problems finding a good home for him," she said, making
him damn near sigh.
"Whoever wants him can have him, Zoe,"
he said, holding his hand up to stop the argument that he knew was
coming. She wanted the dog to have the perfect home and he just
wanted it out of his. "That's the deal. Take it or leave
it."
She pursed up her lips and arched her
brows in that stubborn expression of hers and he waited for the
argument he knew was coming
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