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“See you, Vic.”

I head home, the events of the day playing over in my mind. Millie’s face, her laugh and the way she looked so worried about the puppy.

I can’t wait to see her again.

Chapter Four

Chase

I check the address Millie sent me one more time before stepping out of the Uber.

The sun’s setting, casting a warm glow over her neighborhood. It’s a cozy part of Chicago, lined with brownstones and tree-shaded sidewalks.

I tug at my black shirt and smooth down my matching pants, feeling a bit more nervous than usual. The bottle of wine and bouquet of flowers I’m holding don’t seem like enough all of a sudden.

As I walk up to her door, I notice her house is charming. It’s a brick townhouse with a small front yard filled with blooming flowers. There’s a wreath on the door, and fairy lights are strung around the windows, giving it a welcoming vibe. I ring the doorbell, my heart pounding slightly.

The door opens and Millie stands there in a soft blue dress that flows down to her knees. Her brunette hair is down, framing her face perfectly, and her hazel eyes light up when she sees me. She’s breathtaking.

“Hey, Chase,” she greets me with a warm smile.

“Hey, Millie. You look beautiful.” I hand her the bouquet and the red wine.

“Thank you. You look handsome yourself.” She steps aside to let me in. “Come on in.”

I walk into her living room, which is cozy and stylish. The walls are painted a soft cream color, and there’s a mix of modern and vintage furniture. There are a few photos and art pieces on the walls and the whole place smells like fresh-baked cookies. I notice a small dog bed in the corner and some dog toys scattered around.

“Your place is really nice,” I say, looking around.

“Thank you,” she says, placing the flowers in a vase and the wine on the kitchen counter. “I hope you like Italian. I made pasta.”

“I love Italian,” I reply, taking in the delicious smell wafting from the kitchen. “Need any help?”

“Nope, just need you to relax and enjoy.” She smiles at me, and I feel a warm flutter in my chest.

“Where’s the puppy?”

“He’s been running around since three. He finally fell asleep half an hour before you came in.”

“Nice. I hope he is not giving you too much trouble.”

“He’s perfect!”

We sit down at the small dining table and she serves the pasta. It’s delicious, and we talk easily, the conversation flowing naturally.

“So, did you get into trouble with your boss for helping the puppy?” she asks, her eyes twinkling with curiosity.

I chuckle. “Actually, I didn’t, because I own the clinic.”

Her eyes widen in surprise. “You own Elite Paws?”

“Yeah. It’s my baby,” I say, feeling a bit proud. “I’m just happy I could help you and the little guy.”

She smiles, and there’s a moment of silence as we eat. I watch her, noticing how she enjoys the food and the way her eyes light up when she talks about her baking.

“So, what did you name the puppy?” I ask, curious.

“Peanut.”

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