Max settled down with his treat and Doris set the tray of samples on the table.
“Take your time,” Doris said. “The little cards will tell you the flavors. And keep in mind, we can mix and match some of these if you want. Let me know if you have any questions.”
She went back behind the counter, leaving us with the cake samples.
We tried them one by one. They all tasted good. Mostly I just liked watching Audrey take each bite, her lips closing over the fork. Her eyes would close briefly, as if she needed all her concentration to decide whether or not she liked it.
When she tasted the lemon, she let out a moan that made me want to take her home. Immediately.
“You like that one?” I asked.
She paused with the bite still in her mouth and her eyes rolled back. “So good.” She swallowed. “I thought for sure I was going to be boring and want vanilla, but this lemon is amazing. Did you taste it yet?”
“Yeah. It’s good.”
“Do you like it? Is it your favorite? Or you do like another one better?”
“The lemon is great.”
“You didn’t answer my questions.”
I gently grabbed her chin and leaned over the table to plant a kiss on her lips. “The lemon is good and if it’s going to make you moan like that again, we should take some home with us.”
She laughed. “Do you want to help pick out the design or is this a whatever Audrey wants is what Josiah wants decision?”
“The second one.”
“Okay,” she said brightly. “That makes it easy.”
Doris came back and she and Audrey chatted about the cake design. I hung out and rubbed Max’s belly. Spoiled dog. When they finished, we said goodbye to Doris and left.
“I feel like after all that sugar, I need to walk around,” Audrey said. “Do you mind?”
“Not at all.”
We walked toward Lumberjack Park. A random summer storm had blown through earlier that morning and although most of the clouds were gone, it had cooled things off, making for a pleasant evening.
Out of nowhere, Audrey stopped in her tracks.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
She had the funniest look on her face. Her eyes widened and she pressed her lips together, like she was trying to keep herself from blurting something out. With a little squeak, she pointed.
Deeper in the park was a booth with a big banner on the front that read, Dog Adoptions.
“We have a dog.”
“I know, but look.”
To the right of the booth, a guy in a t-shirt that said Volunteer was playing with a dog that looked remarkably like Max. Medium size, long-ish fur in a mix of brown, black, and white. Big, bushy tail.
“What if that’s Max’s long-lost brother? Or sister?”
“Where did you get him?”
“Idaho.”
“I kind of doubt they’re related.”
“Okay, fine, but can we go say hi?”
I shrugged. “Yeah.”
We walked across the grass and she stopped a short distance away. Max looked like he might burst, he was so excited. The volunteer greeted her and when she asked if Max could say hi, assuring him he was friendly towards everyone—humans and dogs—he said sure.
“This is Maggie,” he said.
“Oh my gosh, her name is Maggie,” Audrey said.
I wasn’t quite sure why she was gushing like that, but the dogs liked each other from the first moment. Of course, Max liked everyone, and apparently his almost-twin did too. They jumped around, circling each other, clearly having fun.
“She’s so sweet,” Audrey said. “Where is she from?”
“We just got her from our partner organization in Idaho,” the volunteer said. “She was wandering the streets and despite multiple attempts to find her owner, no one claimed her.”
Audrey whipped around to look at me, her eyes huge. “Idaho,” she whisper yelled. “She could be Max’s sister.”
I really didn’t think this dog was Max’s sister, but I had to admit, they looked similar. Maggie was a little smaller, but their coloring, face shape, and bushy tails were a lot alike.
As were their energy levels.
I watched for a few minutes while Audrey played with both dogs. And I already knew Maggie was coming home with us.
While Audrey was busy giving both dogs belly rubs, I moved closer to the volunteer. “That one’s available for adoption?”
“She sure is. Are you interested?”
I nodded toward Audrey, who was rolling around on the grass with Max and Maggie, laughing. “We both know she’s not going anywhere without that dog.”
The volunteer smiled.
And that was how I went from living alone to sharing my space with a woman and two dogs.
But let’s be real. There are a few extra bedrooms in our house. We have room for some kids, too.
Yeah, that’s happening.
I was going to marry that bubbly, dog-loving girl. And she was going to have my babies. That was not the life I’d planned—not the life I’d convinced myself I wanted. I’d been all about solitude. Doing what I wanted, when I wanted.
Thankfully, a ray of sunshine had burst into my life. And nothing would ever be the same.
Audrey wasn’t just my problem now. She was my everything. And she was going to be mine forever.
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Protecting You: Chapter 1
ASHER
AGE 11
I startled at the sharp sound of grown-ups yelling. Dropping my stick in the trickling creek water, I whipped around to look, but my brothers were the only ones around. Evan was in a tree, probably trying to get away from the twins. Levi and Logan splashed downstream from me with Gavin, who was covered head to toe in mud.
Someone yelled again—a man’s voice, loud and booming—and my stomach twisted. I didn’t know why, but even if they weren’t yelling at me, the sound of grown-ups fighting always gave me a stomachache.
Gram and Grandad never yelled, especially not at each other. Which meant it had to be Grace’s mom, Miss Naomi, and her dad, Mr. Miles.
Grace’s dad didn’t live with them like some dads did, but he came to visit sometimes. I hated it when he came over. Not because it meant Grace would be busy and couldn’t come outside with me, although I hated that too. She was my best friend and we saw each other every day, except when her dad was visiting.
The problem was, everyone got upset when Mr. Miles was here. Once I heard Gram say he always left messes behind. I used to think she meant he didn’t clean up his dishes, but now I wondered if she meant a different kind of mess. A grown-up mess.
The yelling didn’t stop, the loud voices carrying all the way down to the creek. I hopped over the shallow water and ran up the slope toward Grace’s house. If this was making my stomach hurt, she was probably really upset.
I needed to find her.
It sounded like her parents were out front, so I raced across the grass. Gram was working in the garden, but she didn’t call for me as I ran by and veered toward the space between our two houses.
Grace wasn’t in her backyard, and I didn’t see her on the side of the yard that faced our house. I slowed to a walk and carefully crept toward the front. I peeked onto their front porch but didn’t see her there either.
Then I felt dumb. Of course she wasn’t sitting on the porch while her parents yelled at each other.
She’d be hiding.
We had a lot of good hiding places. Gavin found the best ones, but he was also the smallest and could probably fit into a snake hole if he tried. Most of our favorite spots weren’t near our houses. They were out on Gram and Grandad’s land, past the gardens.
I hoped Grace had run down the hill and jumped the creek. Maybe she was waiting it out in a tree, or had gone out to the spot she called the fairy garden where she couldn’t hear her parents fighting.
But I’d been playing at the creek all morning—bored without her—and I hadn’t seen her. If she were upset and wanted to hide out there, she’d have come to get me first.