Page 6 of Bewitching Her Monsters
“I picked that up.” I shake my head. “Nah, I’m good. My FMCs always have better luck than I do in the boyfriend department, so I’ll focus on setting those guys up with my characters for now.”
“Make sure I get a copy.” Lora smiles. “Need anything else?”
“Not tonight, I suppose. Can’t take those guys in a doggy bag.”
Lora takes my card to run my tab. And I jot down some other observations about my new harem… for my next book.
When I glance up again, all their eyes are on me.
Oh, shit.They must have caught me staring.
Blushing as bright as Barbie’s Corvette, I quickly drop my gaze, pack up my stuff, and rush to Lora at the register. I sign my receipt and bolt before I can further embarrass myself.
After stopping by the 24-hour corner market to grab some food for tomorrow, I head home.
I feel another wave of embarrassment over being caught staring by those guys.
They obviously had more important things to deal with than some middle-aged, horny author leering at them. My skin flushes pink again as I pull into my driveway and cut the engine.
When I get out of my car, I realize I’ve forgotten to check my mail the past few days. As I approach the curb to open my mailbox, I see a shadowy streak fly down the dark road. It appears to be a gigantic dog.
I hurry to my porch. Out of the corner of my eye, I see him hide across the street, tucked in the shadow of my neighbor’s house.
His eyes lock onto me.
I go inside briefly to set my groceries down just inside the door, returning to the porch to see if he will come closer to my house, seeking safety.
Yeah, I know. I’mthatperson, the one who rescues every lost animal I see. But I can’t leave him out there.
I bend lower to make myself seem less threatening. Not that I’m all that intimidating with my five-foot-five inches.
“Hey, gorgeous, are you lost?” I ask.
Yes… Idotalk to animals as if they’re humans. And maybe plants too.
The beautiful, giant dog raises his brows and turns his head to look behind him to see if I’m talking to someone else.
Hilarious. He’s a smart one.
He dips his head downward and doesn’t move forward.
I lean all the way over, trying to look smaller and less intimidating to the big lug. Whoops, my cleavage is on full display. At least I didn’t subject those hotties at the bar to a desperate play like that.
“I have special treats forgoodboys,” I say sweetly, trying to tempt him into the house.
He coughs, which sounds more like he choked. I hope he doesn’t have some kind of lung infection.Poor thing.
“Come on. I have a warm place for you.” I slowly walk backward toward my front door.
Some dogs don’t like it when you seem too eager to snatch them up. Of course, he’s too beautiful for me to let him live rough. Life on the streets is no good for any dog, but something draws me to this one. He’s special.
So I’ll have to play it cool to snag him.
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DOGGY RESCUE
ARRAN
