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Beau sat on the floor and a few more dogs swarmed her. She laughed and gave every one of them attention.
“Oh.” I rocked onto the balls of my feet. “I should go open the back door.”
“It won’t hurt him to stand out in the cold.” She waved her hand and grinned wickedly.
The woman was magnetic.
What if they weren’t related?
Frantically, I searched her finger for a ring, but she moved too fast as she petted the dogs for me to catch a glimpse.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof. Woof.
“Too late.” I hustled to the back door along with all the dogs who weren’t occupied by Beau.
Sadie and Ash put their paws on their kennel doors as I passed.
I opened it a crack and peeked through.
“It’s me.” Teague leaned closer.
“I know. But I just realized if we open the door all these loose hooligans will sprint outside.” I held up my finger. “Give me a sec.”
I moved back to the front room and they all followed.
Beau blinked at me in confusion. “What happened?”
“Mind keeping them occupied for a minute?” I slipped into the back room again and closed the door.
Ash dug at her kennel, desperate to get out. Because she knew Teague was near.
I propped open the door and gasped.
The entire bed of his truck was filled. He opened the passenger side doors and the backseat was stuffed to the brim too.
“Teague?” I put my hand to my chest and stared.
“This will go a little faster if you help, but I don’t blame you if you’d rather watch me in action.” He flexed his bicep, which I couldn’t see under his jacket but knew full well how powerful it was.
I heard a strange sound echoing off the brick of the building and the metal of his truck.
It was me. Laughing.
“Give me a box, Mr. October.”
“You start with the stuff in the cab and I’ll grab this?” He waited for my approval, and I found I appreciated that.
I nodded and picked up as many bags as I could carry.
“Let me unload this and I’ll give you all the belly rubs you want.”
I nearly tripped at the sound of Teague talking to the dogs. It got me every single time.
I dropped the bags on what little empty counter space I could find, trying to keep the floor open for him. The back room was tidy but already crowded with kennels and supplies.
I resumed unloading. By the time I’d cleared the truck cab, Teague only had a few boxes left in the bed. They were unmarked other than an LLC name and a bunch of numbers on the side. I still had no idea what was in them.
