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“Well, it was something because she wrote on a card and handed it to you.”

“She gave me her number.”

“Like for house calls?”

“Uh, I think for other things.”

My mouth dropped open, and I stared at him in amazement. “Did you ask her for her number?”

“I did not.”

“That’s just rude,” I cried. “She’s at her place of employment.”

I spoke into the dog’s ear. “Your vet is a shameless opportunist.”

Jackson laughed. I looked up at him because I was physically unable to not look at him when he did. He was so unbelievably beautiful when he laughed. And I realized with a shock of jealousy that ripped through my body that he had every right to call the vet.

I worked to keep the jealousy out of my voice and said in a sweet voice. “Well, she's gorgeous. Are you going to call her?”

“Why are you so intent on setting me up?”

“I'm not.”

“Sure seems like it.”

I leaned forward and spoke into the dog’s ear. “Don’t listen to Jackson. He’s a very bad man.”

He laughed again. “Tell your dog there that I'm not going to call the vet.”

“Oh?” I said airily, “Not hot enough for you?” Unable to ignore how my heart gave a squeeze that he wasn’t interested.

“Nah. I just like to do the chasing.”

CHAPTER 25

The dog wanderedaround the loft, sniffing and smelling things. I put a handful of food into the bowl which it downed ravenously. At Jackson’s advice, we decided we'd just give her a little bit of food every hour so that she didn’t gorge herself and get sick. We also did the same for water.

The dog had a sweet personality, and after she sniffed everything, she awkwardly hopped up on the couch beside me and laid her head on my lap. I lavished all the care I had within me on this stinky little dog. I was already in love. Jackson sat across from us and watched us.

“Well, are you going to name your dog?”

I pursed my lips. “She needs a good name. How about Mia?”

Jackson winced.

“What?” I asked.

“Ex-girlfriend.”

I rolled my eyes. “How about Mandy?”

“Uh, Mattie might kill us.”

I giggled. “Good point.”

He studied the dog. “She looks like a Chloe.”

I gasped. “I love that name.” I looked down at the dog. “Is your name Chloe?”

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