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Lally
CHAPTER 1
The softness in Kevin’s eyes tells me that he really missed me—if only Kevin was a human male and not an Airedale Terrier.
“There, as good as new,” I say, giving his head a little pat.
“It’s too bad you’re not back here in Atlanta for good,” Kevin says—Kevin Junior’s owner, not the dog. And yes, he named his canine after himself. He says it’s a great way to meet ladies at the dog park.
“Considering I’ve fallen in love, no chance—”
His gaze widens before his expression returns to neutral.
“With Coco Key. It’s beautiful, peaceful.” A soft sigh escapes. I’d tell Kevin and Kevin Junior to come visit but don’t want to give them the wrong idea.
“I bet the weather there is better than here. These hot, sultry summers...” He trails off, eyes fixed on me as he steps closer.
Crouching down to give Kevin—the dog—a goodbye pet, I dodge human Kevin’s advance, then pop up and gather my things before moving toward the door.
“I appreciate you doing house calls, even though you moved away. You know you’re welcome anytime,” Kevin says with an air of lament in his voice.
“Thanks. I still have to get over to Lance’s this afternoon. His Aussie is struggling with stomach issues.”
“Dolly can join the club.” Kevin rubs his stomach.
And if the subtle flirting wasn’t enough of a reason to leave, this is my cue. I deal with dog messes all day, every day. I don’t need to know anything about this guy’s GI tract.
“It was nice seeing you guys. If you need anything, get in touch with Dr. Kimball. He took on all my previous clients. I’d trust him with Madame and General if that tells you anything.”
We say our goodbyes and I hasten to Lance’s place. When I still had my veterinarian practice in Atlanta, I only made house calls in cases of emergencies or if the pet’s owner wasn’t physically able to make it to my office. Much to my chagrin, my return trip this week was made known, so I got a few requests for visits.
Next up, Lance and Dolly.
I gird myself for more one-sided flirting. It’s not like I’m Dr. Hot Vet, nor am I disinterested in a little romance. Actually, I wouldn’t say no to a little sweetness in my life, and I don’t just mean my nightly dates with a bowl of butter pecan ice cream. But now is not the time, and these guys are not what I’d call candidates for election. I’m definitely not looking for love in Atlanta because my roots are now farther south. But even if I were, I don’t think Kevin and I are at the point in our relationship where it’s okay to discuss gastrointestinal distress. Plus, Kevin named his dog Kevin, which is a bit of anickin my book. He’s so full of himself that sometimes I worry he’ll overflow. Could be what’s causing the tummy trouble.
When I ring Lance’s doorbell, I expect barking but only hear footsteps.
Lance smiles, pulling me into a hug. “I thought I heard a crash.”
“A crash?” Drawing myself out of his arms, I look around with concern.
“Like an angel fell from heaven.”
I try a smile, but it’s more of a rumpled grin. “Ha ha. Where’s Dolly girl?” I ask, getting right to the point.
A fifty-pound ball of excited red merle hurtles toward me, lips flapping, eyes wide. She yips and spins and her tail wags happily. Getting down on my knees, I give Dolly a big hello. She was one of my favorites during the weekly weigh-ins Lance insisted she have—the man could probably benefit from watching his waistline.
When I stand up, he’s looking at me as if disappointed I didn’t meet him with such enthusiasm.
“She seems in good spirits,” I say.
Lance doesn’t move from the doorway. “I’m so glad you came on such short notice.”
“Of course. Don’t want her suffering, but she seems well, energetic. Her eyes are clear. Remember, I gave you Dr. Kimball’s info—”
Lance shifts from foot to foot and exhales. “Actually, Dolly is fine. It’s you I’m worried about.” Lance steps closer.
I back onto the brick porch. “Me?”
