Page 37 of Wild Card

“It is the first beautiful day of the season.”

Bex picks up on my apprehension, sinking down and clapping as four dogs race her way. “Who are these cuties?”

“Pepper, Mack, and Rowdy.” The two men hanging back watch intently.

“Watch it, Mack,” one of them commands.

“Careful, Rowdy,” the other directs.

“Pepper, heel,” Talon orders.

The dogs stop in time to save Bex from getting trampled and all nudge her for pats. Whereas Wolf tumbles over himself, trying to get into the mix.

After a few pats, the Dalmatian runs over to Talon, sitting expectantly.

“I’m calling dibs on the one with the Dalmatian,”replays in my head from the woman earlier.

“Is he yours?”

“No, this dumbass borrowed him.” The guy wearing a USMC shirt steps up, whipping off his glasses to reveal a pair of stunning hazel eyes.

The other man follows suit, only his eyes are a beautiful mocha color.

They are back in a formation.

I was wrong earlier… this is too much.

Three of the hottest men I’ve ever seen all staring at me as if they share a secret.

My brain malfunctions and words stumble together. “B-bor-rowed a dog?”

“He belongs to friends, and I offered to bring him along for the exercise,” Talon clarifies.

“I’m Ford,” Hazel eyes offers his hand.

“Ace.” The other does the same.

“I’m Willow, Talon’s Physical Therapist”

“We know who you are.” Ford’s lips curl.

“And this is my friend, Bex.”

“We got that.” Ace dips his chin.

“Your dogs are really well-behaved.” Yep, that’s what I say. The pressure of these three insanely hot men has me talking like a nervous schoolgirl.

“I have a pregnant wife at home. We’re in the process of training.” The pride in his voice has my heart melting a little.

“Congratulations.”

“Lo! Watch out!” I barely hear Bex before my feet are off the ground and I’m in Talon’s hold. He tucks me close as a football whizzes by my head, landing several yards away. Wolf goes crazy, jumping and pawing at us.

“You okay?” Talon twists me easily in his arms.

“Yes,” I whisper, mesmerized by the flaming blue orbs wandering over my face.

“Watch her,” he demands, placing me on my feet and storming toward the guy chasing after the ball.

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