by Poppy Dunne
Man, what would his on days be like?
Don’t get horny on the trail, Chelle.
Maybe I should ask him to walk with me a bit? Get to talking, laughing, swapping dog stories. I mean, it’s the least I can do for my rescuer…
And just like that, the hand goes up to the Bluetooth, and Hot Dude forgets I exist. “Ken? Listen, tell Don we need to sell… No, don’t give me that shit, sell, dammit!”
Hmmf. Well, anyone who’s that wrapped up in his work is perhaps not the right candidate for my maidenly affections. Whistling for Archie, I take off up the trail, having to coax Bruno back when he bounds along for some slobbery love. I finally manage to shoo him home to his hot, workaholic owner.
“Hey,” the guy calls as I head higher up the trail. “No goodbye?”
Oh, for god’s sake. I whip around, and this time I don’t even trip over my own feet. Good for me. “Tell Dow and Jones hi for me,” I drawl, flashing him a peace sign. Something about that makes him give a short laugh. And then he rolls his eyes.
Okay, the laugh was cute, the eye rolling was frustrating in only slightly a sexy way. Tossing my fabulous curls, I run ahead, Archie yipping at my heels. Honestly, some guys are so entitled, so full of themselves, so convinced of their own Master of the Universe shtick.
Probably a good thing I’ll never see him again.
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Acknowledgments
I, Poppy Dunne, acknowledge this book has been a long time coming.
I'm surrounded by real-life Blaire Lavenders who shower me with positivity, good advice, and the occasional ass-kicking. Thank you so much for helping me get unstuck.
Thank you Helen Meredith, my editor, now fellow Kylo Ren admirer.
Candi Kane is the ultimate motivator, organizer, and friend. Thank you *times five* to the little Kanes who cheerfully share their mom with the book world.
Husband, you bring me coffee every morning. You earn my first smile of the day not by caffeine, but by the sparkle in your eye.
