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His horrible father.
The way he’d been forced to obey. And that in itself, when I considered Lincoln and Beau—their obvious strength and confidence—I was amazed. I’d thought Lincoln had been cool, unaffected, aloof, but he had nothing on his father. And Beau, gloriously coolheaded and unflappable, had acquiesced just as quickly as Lincoln. Who was that man? And how were they his children?
After a night to process what had happened, it was clear he’d only done as his father demanded because of me. And the dogs.
I was rattled.
Teague had nothing in common with that man beyond looks. I couldn’t imagine him ever threatening to destroy a complete stranger’s livelihood.
But there was no doubt in my mind that his father would do that and more without a second thought.
“Ma’am, we’d love to get started.” The man who hadn’t yet spoken finally did with a gentle voice.
I scratched my head. We’d never set up kennels in the front because of the windows. And we wanted to have a reception area.
But the back was full. There was no choice but here.
I pointed along the wall to my left. “Start there please.”
They immediately bolted into action, opening the boxes and removing the pieces from inside them.
“Would it be okay if we move the desk over there?” Brooklyn asked. “That’ll make more room along this long wall.”
“Sure. Anything you need.” I poked my head in the back room. “Some friends of yours are here.”
Miss Adeline furrowed her brow but wasted no time coming to see what I was talking about.
“Hello, boys. So nice of you to join us.” Had she arranged this? She certainly didn’t seem surprised to see them. “Would you like something cold to drink?”
“No thank you,” they chorused.
“Did you know they were coming?” I whispered.
“Nope. But I’m sure not going to turn them away.” Her eyes were glued to one bent over.
I elbowed her in the side. “Stop ogling.”
“You don’t mind an old lady enjoying the view, right?”
Their faces turned scarlet, and I cringed.
“Stop calling yourself an old lady.”
“Iaman old lady.”
“I’m always up for a beautiful woman appreciating my assets,” Brooklyn said with a cheeky grin.
“I just adore Mr. February.”
He winked.
She had the calendar men memorized.
“My real name is Anthony Rivera. That’s Logan Burke. Mason Walsh. And Sean Scavino.”
“We are so glad you’re here and stay as long as you like,” she said.
“Were you always this flirty?” I asked.
