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My heart and my womb both clenched at the sight.

I was completely blown away and, uh-oh, falling rapidly in love with this man.

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David

Drew gave me the side eye as I stepped out of my truck, Rowdy under one arm.

He shook his head. “You’re a lunatic.”

“Why do you say that?”

“You’re driving around in that truck with a rooster to make a woman happy. Meanwhile, you make me knock the dirt off my boots before I get into it.”

“Rowdy doesn’t wear boots,” I said simply.

“No. He just shits wherever he wants,” Drew countered.

That he did. I couldn’t deny it.

Luckily he’d gotten that all out at the shelter. He’d been so excited to see his goat friend for a play date it had knocked the shit right out of him. Except for a stray feather, my truck cab had escaped the journey unscathed.

I shook my head at the whole thing. But it had made Heather ridiculously happy and that made it all worthwhile.

“So, when are you seeing Lucy again?” I asked Drew.

If he was going to razz me about bringing Rowdy to see Heather, I sure as shit could give it right back to him about Lucy.

He narrowed his eyes and glared at me. “This coming from the man who left Heather’s bed and then immediately drove right over to see her again?”

It wasn’t immediate. I dropped her off at her car, then came back here to shower, eat breakfast and grab Rowdy. And I’d do it all over again.

Drew couldn’t get to me today. I was in too good a mood. But I could see I’d already annoyed him plenty.

Though I didn’t know why he was so cranky. Lucy might have been gone by the time I got home this morning, but there was no doubt there had been some wild action between them last night.

The big old hickey on Drew’s throat was proof of that.

My lips twitched as I spotted it again. Staying here with him was really starting to feel like I’d time traveled backward well over a decade to our college days.

But I had to remember I couldn’t get too comfortable here. Work was waiting for me at home. Probably more things to deal with now than there had been before thanks to that damn video.

I’d loved the video when I first watched it last night. Really I had. Heather had nailed it on the first try. But I seriously hated with every fiber of my being this extra public attention and the fact that I’d willingly invited it by asking marketing to post that damn thing.

But Heather said going viral was good. I had to trust her to know her business. I sure as hell didn’t know anything about PR.

I pulled out my cell. I had become obsessed with checking the damn stats.

It was a compulsion. I felt like an addict as I refreshed the screen and waited for it to load. No wonder people were always on their phones. The damn things grabbed and held on to you like a drug.

“How many views have you got now?” Drew asked.

I’d bitched to him this morning for the short time I’d seen him so he was very well aware of what was happening.

“Too many,” I said, and then groaned as the number appeared. “Getting close to half a million now.”

He let out a long slow whistle. “Half a million people seeing me. Wow.”

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