be the adrenaline rush I got from scoring a date with Dr. Escobar, my own “Dr. Heart”. I’m smiling to myself thinking about the amazing Dr. Heart when I turn on Alton Road and see Harrison jogging. Scout is running alongside him with a nice, easy gait.
I pull my Jetta up beside them and roll down the window.
“Hi!” I smile at Harrison and glance down at his dog. “Hey, Scout, need a ride?”
“Woof, woof, if you can put up with us. I’m all wet and my master smells like a dish rag,” Harrison jokes.
“No worries. I have a big beach towel in the back. Climb in,” I say feeling fabulous. This is my second rescue today.
“Who gets to ride in the front?” Harrison asks with a grin.
“Scout does,” I say, keeping a straight face.
I pull up on the swale and Harrison lets Scout in the back door.
“I’m pulling rank on him.” He gives me a warm smile. I love the way Harrison’s green eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.
I lean toward him, pick up my purse from the floor and put it beside me to make room for his long legs. When I come close, I notice Harrison’s clean masculine scent mixed with the rain. He smells delicious—it’s Scout who smells like a wet dishrag.
“I got your message about jogging this morning, but I’d already left for the office,” Harrison says. “How about tomorrow morning?”
“Sure, what time do you want to meet up?”
“Seven. We can meet in the lobby.”
“That works for me.” I flick the windshield wiper switch to a higher level as the rain comes down faster.
“I was thinking we could…”
Harrison doesn’t finish his sentence, but instead grows silent for a moment. “What’s this?” He pulls the prescription Dr. Escobar gave me off from the dashboard where I had taped it. “Are you sick?”
“It’s nothing.” I reach for the paper, but Harrison has already read it.
“Ortanique tomorrow night at eight? Sounds like a date.”
And you sound like a detective. I hold my breath, hoping that Chloe hasn’t told him about my plan to marry a doctor. My face heats up and I hope that Harrison doesn’t notice my face turn pink.
“That should make you happy,” he observes in a wry tone.
“What?”
“A date with a real doctor.” He makes quotation signs with his fingers around the words, real doctor.
Great, Chloe blabbed…
Romeo: Shlurp, I’m still licking my chops after Doggy Gourmet. Francesca came home early today with Harrison and Scout’s scent all over her. Grrrrr, I feel like chewing up all her shoes. I’m stuck inside while she gallivants with my new friends.
Now she’s yakking on the phone with Chloe, telling her that she and Harrison are going jogging tomorrow morning. Lady, I have news for you—I’m going too. You’re not leaving me behind again.
Chapter Nine
“You okay?” Harrison peers into my flushed face as he jogs beside me. It’s early morning at Flamingo Park and we’ve just slowed down from jogging.
No, I’m not okay. I need to catch my breath. Thank God Harrison suggested that we leave Scout and Romeo to play in the doggy pen at Flamingo Park, aka the “bark park”, while we jog. No way could Romeo’s short legs have kept up with Harrison’s long strides. I’m having a hard time myself.
“I’m a little out of breath,” I say in between pants. Harrison, of course, looks great. He has barely broken a sweat and here I am on the verge of collapse. If I hadn’t had a recent check-up, I would wonder if my heart was in peril.
He smiles. “You’ll survive.”
“I have a sharp stitch in my side. Isn’t that a sign of appendicitis?” Truth is, I know it is and I can’t help feeling a little worried.
“Your appendix is on the other side,” he says in a dry tone. “That’s your spleen you’re pointing at.”
“My spleen? Can’t it rupture from over-exertion? I mean athletes seem to drop dead like flies all the time.”
Harrison looks skyward and then back to me. “You are not going to
I pull my Jetta up beside them and roll down the window.
“Hi!” I smile at Harrison and glance down at his dog. “Hey, Scout, need a ride?”
“Woof, woof, if you can put up with us. I’m all wet and my master smells like a dish rag,” Harrison jokes.
“No worries. I have a big beach towel in the back. Climb in,” I say feeling fabulous. This is my second rescue today.
“Who gets to ride in the front?” Harrison asks with a grin.
“Scout does,” I say, keeping a straight face.
I pull up on the swale and Harrison lets Scout in the back door.
“I’m pulling rank on him.” He gives me a warm smile. I love the way Harrison’s green eyes crinkle at the corners when he smiles.
I lean toward him, pick up my purse from the floor and put it beside me to make room for his long legs. When I come close, I notice Harrison’s clean masculine scent mixed with the rain. He smells delicious—it’s Scout who smells like a wet dishrag.
“I got your message about jogging this morning, but I’d already left for the office,” Harrison says. “How about tomorrow morning?”
“Sure, what time do you want to meet up?”
“Seven. We can meet in the lobby.”
“That works for me.” I flick the windshield wiper switch to a higher level as the rain comes down faster.
“I was thinking we could…”
Harrison doesn’t finish his sentence, but instead grows silent for a moment. “What’s this?” He pulls the prescription Dr. Escobar gave me off from the dashboard where I had taped it. “Are you sick?”
“It’s nothing.” I reach for the paper, but Harrison has already read it.
“Ortanique tomorrow night at eight? Sounds like a date.”
And you sound like a detective. I hold my breath, hoping that Chloe hasn’t told him about my plan to marry a doctor. My face heats up and I hope that Harrison doesn’t notice my face turn pink.
“That should make you happy,” he observes in a wry tone.
“What?”
“A date with a real doctor.” He makes quotation signs with his fingers around the words, real doctor.
Great, Chloe blabbed…
Romeo: Shlurp, I’m still licking my chops after Doggy Gourmet. Francesca came home early today with Harrison and Scout’s scent all over her. Grrrrr, I feel like chewing up all her shoes. I’m stuck inside while she gallivants with my new friends.
Now she’s yakking on the phone with Chloe, telling her that she and Harrison are going jogging tomorrow morning. Lady, I have news for you—I’m going too. You’re not leaving me behind again.
Chapter Nine
“You okay?” Harrison peers into my flushed face as he jogs beside me. It’s early morning at Flamingo Park and we’ve just slowed down from jogging.
No, I’m not okay. I need to catch my breath. Thank God Harrison suggested that we leave Scout and Romeo to play in the doggy pen at Flamingo Park, aka the “bark park”, while we jog. No way could Romeo’s short legs have kept up with Harrison’s long strides. I’m having a hard time myself.
“I’m a little out of breath,” I say in between pants. Harrison, of course, looks great. He has barely broken a sweat and here I am on the verge of collapse. If I hadn’t had a recent check-up, I would wonder if my heart was in peril.
He smiles. “You’ll survive.”
“I have a sharp stitch in my side. Isn’t that a sign of appendicitis?” Truth is, I know it is and I can’t help feeling a little worried.
“Your appendix is on the other side,” he says in a dry tone. “That’s your spleen you’re pointing at.”
“My spleen? Can’t it rupture from over-exertion? I mean athletes seem to drop dead like flies all the time.”
Harrison looks skyward and then back to me. “You are not going to
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