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There were cameras around. We both knew that. The crew had been in to take some shots of us with the animals.
The rest of the time, Jillian and I made light conversation. Neither of us mentioned anything about the parking lot incidents. Or the supper at Marcel and Angelique’s. Or the apology I posted on social media.
Nope.
So, for once, I was actually grateful for the cameras. It forced us both to be on our best behavior.
Barnes asked us to bathe some of the dogs. It seemed like a good way to break up the last chunk of the day.
Boy, was I wrong.
Watching Jillian bend over—in those shorts, was pure torture. And after the first two dogs—her shirt was soaking wet.
It really was just too much.
I did my best to ignore Jillian’s short shorts and her wet shirt.
But I was only human.
Jillian and I looked at each other and laughed.
After we’d finished washing and drying Wyatt, Dr. Barnes walked in. He took a step back and looked us over. “Well, you two have been busy.”
Jillian and I peered at each other and laughed. We were wetter than any of the dogs had been.
I spoke up and said, “Sorry, Barnes. We’ll clean this place up before we go.”
“That would be a big help. And if you two could hang back and help me put these guys back in their kennels, I’d really appreciate it. Nobody filled out adoption forms for any of them, so they’ll have to go back tonight.” Barnes was about to turn and leave when I caught him.
“Actually, someone did.” I wiped my hands on my already wet jeans. So, that didn’t help. I pulled a form off the table and handed it to him.
Barnes looked down and read it. Then he smiled. “Good choice, Clemens. Give me a minute to fill the rest of this in.”
He was right.
I’d made a good choice.
I could feel it right in my gut.
My gut never let me down.
Well, except with Jillian. My gut told me she was—the one. And obviously, she wasn’t. But other than that, it had never been wrong.
“What’s he talking about?” Jillian asked as she put Wyatt’s collar back on.
Christ.
Even soaking wet with dog fur all over her, she was fucking gorgeous.
“I’m taking Wyatt home.”
Her jaw fell open. “What—what do you mean?”
I looked at my new-old dog and smiled. A sense of peace I hadn’t felt in ages covered me like a blanket.
Yeah.
This was a good thing.
