Page 10 of Operation K-9 Brothers
“First thing I made was a cereal bowl.It was awful, but my mother still has it.She eats her oatmeal out of it every morning.”
“That’s cool.”He stopped at the door to his truck and leaned against it.“Back to your schedule.I was thinking about taking Dakota for a short hike on Sunday.Would you and Rambo like to tag along?”
Her heart thumped.Was he thinking of it as a date, or did tag along just mean hanging out for a few hours with a friend?Her vote was on it being a date.“Sure.That sounds like fun.”
“Great.In the meantime, I guess I’ll see you on Friday for Rambo’s second lesson.Give me a call when you get home, and I’ll head over.”
“I will.”An awkward silence fell between them when he made no move to get in his truck.Was there more he wanted to say, or was he waiting for her to say something?
“So...”She trailed off.What?You’re the most interesting man I’ve met in a long time, maybe ever.Or, I love your eyes.They remind me of the sky on a beautiful spring day, and as soon as I get to my studio, I’m going to try to duplicate their color.Even better, would you like to kiss me?
Rambo jumped up on his legs, and she tore her gaze away from Jack’s face to look down at her dog.“It’s so embarrassing when he does that to people.”
“It’s a behavior you want to curb.For now, ignore him, and he’ll give up.If you react, even to scold him, he’s getting the attention he wants.Once he learns to sit on command, you can tell him to do that when he jumps on someone.”
“Then sitting needs to be his next lesson.”
“Noted.”He grinned.“I know it’s hard, but just keep reminding yourself that patience is a virtue.”
“Not one of my strengths.”
“Another thing we have in common.”He opened the truck door.“Enjoy the rest of your evening, Nichole.”
“You, too.”Was it her imagination, or had his voice turned softer when he’d said her name?Probably her mind working overtime because that was what she wanted to believe.She watched him drive away until his taillights faded from view.
“Rambo, I think I’m toast.”
