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Something in his tone had me relaxing.
A fraction.
The way he was so casual with Noah rankled. I couldn’t have been gone more than a few minutes.
I smiled. “Forever home is right. She’s just precious. And so smart. She already knows so many commands. And Noah’s teaching her tricks. Maybe you can tell him about that?” I gave Noahthatlook.
He cocked his head.
Sable yipped.
Noah and Malcolm laughed—again at the same time.
“Puppies don’t always appreciate being ignored. Let’s take a look at these. I saw in their chart that the vet over in Hartsville examined them a couple of days ago, when they were first dropped off. She didn’t note anything on the file, but I appreciate you bringing them in so I can give them a thorough exam.” The vet gently stroked Sable’s soft fur.
“Well, you’re going to be their vet. So, we’re going to be getting to know each other quite well.” Noah was all grins.
I managed a smile.
Barely.
By the end of the exam, I could admit to being impressed. I knew nothing of vets and exams and all that stuff—those had always been things Noah had to deal with—but the way Dr. Jones handled the puppies was damn impressive.
Noah was just placing them on the ground when he pivoted his attention to the vet.
Okay, I thought we were finished.
“So, Christian happens to be single…” Noah glanced my way.
I shot daggers back.
Dr. Jones pivoted his attention to me. “I wasn’t going to ask, because I sort of got the vibe you were together—”
“Nope.” Noah answered quickly. “Just two gay best friends who are new in town and looking to meet people. Christian agreed to let me set him up—”
Oh hell, he didnotjust go there.
“And being his best friend, you’re obliging him?” Dr. Jones smiled. “Dating a patient’s parent isn’t encouraged, but one dinner won’t hurt. I’m newer in town and am always up for a good time helping to welcome newcomers.” He met my gaze. “If you’re all right with this.”
“Fine.” I plastered on a smile, all the while trying to figure out how I could murder Noah and get away with it.
“Great!” Noah beamed. “How about tonight? No sense letting grass grow under our feet.”
The favorite expression of our ninth-grade physical education teacher as he pushed us to doyet anothertwenty pushups.
I always hated the guy.
Even as these thoughts circled in my mind, I hatched a plan. “Blue Star Diner okay?”
“I love them. Can’t wait.” Dr. Jones offered me a wide grin with perfect teeth.
My gaze shifted to Noah.
Better sleep with your door locked.
Chapter Ten
Noah
