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“Yeah, yeah alright,” I said, scratching between his ears.
“I think we got them all,” Jet called from the front door of the rescue. The sky had started to lighten from pitch black to the dark purple of a fresh bruise. I picked up Peaches and headed for the front door.
Things looked a lot better.
Each cage had a cat - except for Peaches’ cage, of course - and they had righted the furniture that had been knocked over. Tank was just straightening a stack of scattered papers when my eyeslanded on the envelope on top of the pile. It had Hannah’s name and address, but it wasn’t this address.
I snatched it up. ”Fuck these guys know where she lives.”
Chapter Four
Hannah
The pups had been up a lot during the night, especially Squirt. He seemed to be eating well, which was a plus, but it meant Daisy and I hadn’t slept well. It was still better having them at home than me spending the night on the rescue center couch.
Whenever I did manage to fall asleep, my dreams had been centered around a certain leather wearing biker. My subconscious floated back to when we were alone at the rescue the day before. He’d come over in search of information, but in my fantasy that wasn’t why he stayed. In my mind, while I laid in bed with the sheets bunched under my fingers, he’d walked towards me without saying a word. I’d backed up until I was against the wall, pinned between it and his hard chest.
Dream Hannah could feel his heat, smell the leather of his jacket. In my dream, I was bold enough to grab the hem of my top and pull it over my head before sliding my scrub pants to the floor. After that he’d been all over me, kissing my skin, caressing my curves and dragging animal sounds from my throat. The dream ended with me bent over my desk. I was naked but he was almost fully clothed, too excited to get inside me to do more than take his cock out. The dream ended all too quickly, with my body tired and unsatisfied.
It was five am according to my watch. Still so early.
I wished I’d had time to hold onto that fantasy long enough to make myself come. I could have jumped in the shower or just shoved my pajamas off and worked my clit. It wouldn’t have taken me long to reach the finish line. But I knew the cats would be demanding breakfast and clean litter boxes soon, and the pups would want to play outside. So rather than indulge in my fantasy, I’d shoved myself out of bed like a grown up. My nerves were tingling distractedly between my thighs. I threw on a clean pair of panties and scrubs, put my hair up and went to the kitchen in search of coffee.
I needed a day off.
My laundry hamper was overflowing, my fridge was down to nothing but coffee creamer, pickles and baking soda. So long as I had coffee, I could survive another day. When the coffee machine kicked off, I filled a Thermos and grabbed the last banana off the counter before heading on my way.
I slipped on my shoes and locked the front door behind me. The sun hadn’t yet crested over the horizon and everything was quiet and still. It was peaceful after a night of crying pups.
That peace was broken as I approached my SUV and spotted that my front driver’s side tire was completely flat.
Not a little low, but resting on the rim.
Dammit.
I moved up next to the SUV and squatted down by the tire. Even half asleep it didn’t take long to figure out what had caused the flat. There was a note stuck to the side of my tire. What looked like a big pocket knife had been stabbed through it to hold it in place.
Well, now I was awake.
I hesitated in touching anything, this was clearly a matter for the police but I needed to know what the note said. I was less isolated at my house than at the center, but at the center my neighbor was Moose. I shouldn’t be thinking about him rightnow. I should be grabbing my half dead cell phone from my pocket and calling Officer Shaw. Instead, I tentatively unfolded the paper.
The note was scribbled on generic white paper with black pen. The message was simple:
Dogs
11pm
Hollow Creek Park
No cops
I shuddered as cold fear crept down my spine.
How did a plan to save animals lead me to this?
I sank down into the dirt and leaned against the front bumper of my trusty Honda CR-V. The note said no cops. So what should I do? Call them anyway and tell them to keep it on the hush hush? Or throw my trust behind the big, tatted up biker I had just met?
Being a doctor, I had to know what to do in an emergency and take charge of a room. My animals were under my care. This was different. I could suture a wound or extract a rotten tooth, but for this I’d have to swallow my pride and accept help.
