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“Yes,” I replied.
“Yes?” Nate asked
“Yes, I’ll go to London with you.”
Nate smiled, so large that it was radiant. “Our plane leaves in three hours.”
My mind raced. The shelter had enough people, I’d need to let the group chat know so that dogs could be walked.
Bandit barked, the first time I’d heard anything other than a whine from him. It was clear he wanted more of Nate’s attention.
“We can’t take you little guy,” Nate said. “International law and all that. But I’ll visit with you when we get back, unless you find a new family first. Ok?”
A month prior he hadn’t considered having a dog in his life, now he was making promises to visit a shelter dog.
It was too much. Seeing the man he’d become in a matter of weeks was a reminder of why fate had matched us. Gone were the closed-off postures. Instead he was happy and open.
I started crying again.
Nate looked panicked, looking between me and the dog in his arms. “I…I…”
I waved off his concern. “I’m just happy.”
“Really?”
I nodded, and wiped the tears away. “Let me put him back in his kennel and tell the volunteer coordinator that I’m heading out.”
“Can… can you talk to them first? I’ll spend a few more minutes with…” he looked down at the dog. “What’s your name buddy?”
“Bandit,” I supplied.
“I’ll stay with Bandit for a few more minutes.”
I smiled. I knew that look. So many families had it when they found the perfect dog.
“I’ll be right back.”
I rushed out front and talked to the coordinator, who wasn’t thrilled, but was understanding. Putting a hold on Bandit smoothed things over.
London first, then I could convince Nate to adopt the dog that had picked him.
A few minutes later we pulled into the parking lot of my apartment complex and I rushed to find my passport and pack a bag.
My mate wasn’t abandoning me, instead he was taking me with him.
Chapter 20 - Nate
Dawn broke over the Atlantic, and Corey was beautiful. Pale pinks and blues highlighted the contours of his face as he slept.
Though it had been afternoon when we’d left Harris Cove, I knew that we’d have to sleep on the flight.
I would be in crisis mode as soon as the plane landed, going straight from the airport to the Morningshire Industries complex, and showing up exhausted from lack of sleep was the worst way to walk into such a heated meeting.
Still, even if Corey would be taking a separate car to our family flat near Kensington Gardens, he would be extremely jet lagged without a few hours of sleep himself.
I’d insisted that he take the bedroom on the plane, offering to sleep in the main cabin area to give him privacy. He’d argued that my sleep was more important since he’d only be playing tourist.
In the end, neither of us had backed down, and we’d compromised on sharing the bed for a few precious hours of sleep.
