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“Hey, little guy.” I pet his head and check to see if he has injuries. I don’t see any, but I can tell he’s dehydrated. He must have run off and got lost. There’s no collar either.
“Can one of you go in and get a bottle of water?”
Nash nods and returns. I sit down on the sidewalk and pour some water into the dog’s mouth. He’s able to sit up a little bit, and I see both guys freeze.
“If you act scared, he’ll be on edge,” I tell them.
I pet him a little longer as I text the lady from the shelter. She comes to get him, and I help coax him into the truck.
“If he doesn’t have owners, I’ll adopt him,” I tell her.
“I’ll call you.” She smiles, and I watch her drive off.
“That was amazing.” Nash kisses my cheek.
“I agree.” Tobias guides me inside.
They go get the drinks while I find a table. People smile at me as I pass or thank me. I don’t need to be thanked for helping an innocent animal.
“You really are a sweet girl,” Nash says and hands me an iced coffee.
“Thank you. I hate to see animals mistreated. He didn’t seem hurt, just thirsty and tired. He might have gotten lost.”
“Maybe. But if not, you’re adopting him?”
“I think it’s better to adopt,” I say.
These guys have a way of making me forget that cameras are watching.
“It’s time for you to choose one of us,” Nash whispers.
“I don’t want to,” I whine.
“It’s okay. We’re okay with whoever you choose.” Tobias smiles at me.
“Tobias.”
“It’s okay, doll. I’ll be fine, and we’ll see each other,” Nash says.
“We will?”
“I’ll be around. London is going to help me train.”
“I’m sorry.” I hug him, but he just kisses my cheek and steps to the side.
“Cut.”
I wipe a tear as Tobias grabs me in a hug again.
“Don’t be sad.” He helps me back into the van.
“I can’t help it.”
“We know where your heart truly is,” Nash replies.
“He sent me a text saying he was done, and he won’t bother me again.”
“Wow. I didn’t think he would give up that easily.”
