waist. His forearms corded with powerful muscle, and his hair gleamed in the sun. She didnât know what to make of someone like him. And she was having a hard time meeting his eyes, the way he stared at her. She felt he was looking straight through her, that he could see everything, knew everything.
âThen letâs go find one,â he said, in a matter of fact tone. âIs there a shelter in town?â
She tilted her head. âIn fact, there is. A new one.â
Twenty minutes later, they were heading toward town in Thelmaâs buggy. Andy glanced at her. âSo, care to tell me why you run to the phone shanty ten times a day?â
She cringed. Was she that obvious? âIâd rather not, if you donât mind.â
âTell me something else, then, why donât you?â he said, and bumped her arm with his. âIâd like to know a little more about you.â
âWell,â she started, âI . . .â She stopped. What was there to say? And where to even start? The last year of her life had been horrific, filled with pain and loss. It had brought love too, or so she had thought, but that ended up bringing even more confusion and sorrow.
He could see she was struggling. âOkay, let me make this a little easier. Do you like to ice skate?â
She laughed. âYes. Do you?â
âNope. I broke my arm in two places when I was ten. Havenât put on skates since. You ever break any bones?â
âMy nose. My brother Jesse threw a baseball that hit me in the face when I was eight.â
âOooh. Let me see.â He peered down at her, touched her chin to move her face side to side. âCanât tell at all. Thatâs a very nice little nose youâve got.â
She gave him a wry smile. He was flirting with her, but she found she didnât mind. Not so much.
Katrina directed Andy to the Wild Bird Rescue and Animal Shelter on Main Street, across the street from the Sweet Tooth bakery. Will Stoltz, a vet, had started the Wild Bird Rescue Center a year or so ago. When he married, he and his wife, who was also a vet, expanded the center to include a no-kill animal shelter. Andy and Katrina wandered through the aisle of the animal shelter, holding their hands out to the different dogs. First was a terrier that barked incessantly, then a Shih Tzu, but Andy thought that would be too close to having a cat.
âSo what kind of dog do you need?â Katrina asked.
âWrong question,â Andy said, looking at each kennel. âWeâre looking for a dog who needs us.â
And it turned out to be a large yellow mutt with white spreading around its muzzle. It had the kind of sadness in its eyes that Katrina recognized clear to the bottom of her heart. âAndy, look at this one.â
Andy knelt and the dog just looked at him, sighed and hung its head showing that itâd given up all hope.
âHeâs a good dog,â Will Stoltz said, opening the kennel latch to let them in.
âWe found him waiting patiently on the doorstep one morning. Left behind.â
Katrinaâs heart stopped. Left behind? Just like that. Over. Goodbye. Sometimes, she thought, the world seemed so harsh.
âLeft behind,â Andy repeated, rubbing the dogâs big head. âAny idea what breed he is?â
âOne part Labrador Retriever, lots of parts of something else.â
Andy moved his hands on the dog in the way that told youhe was somebody who knew and loved dogs. âAny idea if he has a good bark? Does he have a prey instinct?â
Will grinned. âExcellent bark. As for the prey instinct, he does chase after balls.â
âHow old is he, do you know?â He half grinned as the dog stretched his neck up so that he could scratch under the dogâs chin.
âHeâs only nine,â Will said, and hurried to add, âbut he doesnât have anything wrong with him.â
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