Page 6 of Sara’s Dom (The Doms of Madison County)

“I thought if you had time now, I’d take you home with me.”

“I can drive myself, and that way you don’t have to drive me back.”

He shook his head. “No. I’ll drive you.”

Her eyes widened at the gruff, dark tone of his voice. It didn’t scare her, but it did tell her he was definitely an alpha male, something she’d read about but had never experienced. Her late husband didn’t have the protective alpha trait, and she was the dominant one in the marriage. She’s the one who checked to make sure the house was locked up at night. She’s the one who bought and learned how to shoot a gun for protection. She had thought this was normal, and the things she read about dominants were fiction.

“That’s fine. You want me to go with you now?”

“Yes.”

She looked down at herself and grinned. “Can you give me a few minutes to change?”

He chuckled, reached over, and used one of his fingertips to wipe what she guessed was dirt off her cheek.

“I’ve never been one that could stay clean when working outside. That’s why I wear this outfit.”

He smiled. “I happen to like that outfit.”

She snorted. “I’ll be right back. There is more beer in the fridge.”

He shook his head. “No. I’m driving, so one is enough.”

Sara nodded and walked off down a hallway. In her room, she took off her garden clothing and pulled on a pair of old jeans and a t-shirt. She kept her hair in a bun, out of the way, but did wash the dirt off her face and arms.

She grabbed her sneakers and walked out to the kitchen. She caught the look of surprise on his face. “What?” she asked.

“I thought it always took women an hour to change.”

She grinned. “Maybe some women, but I’m not one of them, especially since this isn’t anything but me helping an animal.”

She sat on the floor and started to pull on her shoes.

He crouched next to her and lifted the other shoe. “Jesus, these are tiny.”

She laughed at the picture of her shoe in the palm of his hand. It looked even smaller. “Or maybe your hands are huge.”

He chuckled and handed her the shoe, which she had pulled on and tied. She went to stand, but he just lifted her to her feet and held her until she was steady.

Sara looked up and then up some more. “You’re very tall.”

He grunted. “Or you’re just tiny.”

She laughed. “Let me get the dogs settled.”

He stayed in the kitchen while she made sure the dogs had food and water, and the doggy door to the backyard was open if they needed to poop. She petted both and grabbed her purse.

“I’m ready.”

On the porch, he stood behind her, watching her lock the door.

“Good girl.”

She looked over her shoulder. “What?”

“I’m glad you take precautions and lock your door. It would amaze you how many people don’t.”

“I’m by myself, so I have to think of my situation and act accordingly.”

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