was ivory, while her sheets were chocolate. She had found all her furniture at the local antique stores and spent a month sanding it all down and finishing with a coat of varnish to let the natural glow of the wood come through.
As normal, her best friend was laying on top of her bed pillows. She had found Chuck on her parents’ farm one night. He was trying to crawl through the fence, but was too weak to make it all the way through. She had gone for a walk and seen him slumped over the bottom plank. At first she had thought he was dead. But when he opened his chocolate brown eyes and pleaded with her, she turned into superwoman. She ripped the board down and scooped him up. He was part chocolate lab and part Lord only knows. His ears were bleeding and his back end wasn’t working. She ran home with him in her arms.
Her father had called Dr. Truett and he had rushed over to try to save him. Dr. Truett pulled buckshot from his ears and had to saw off the rope collar imbedded on his neck. He had either been hit by a car or beaten so much that his hip socket was shattered, causing his long tail to be off center. He had made it through the night and by the next morning was wolfing down bowls of dog food. She moved him home with her to continue to nurse him back to health and a month later had a seventy five pound mixed breed that refused to leave her side.
As she sat down on the bed next to Chuck, he thumped his tail against the pillow to say “welcome home”. She untied her shoelaces and kicked them off when she heard the bell over the front door sound. Either Cy had flown in from Switzerland and was joining the band of brothers to try to intimidate Cole, or they had finally given up and headed home. Her question was answered when she heard the footsteps coming down the hall.
“Hey. So, that was fun. They do that to everyone you know?” Cole strode into her bedroom as if he belonged there. “Whoa. That is one ugly dog.”
At the noise of someone coming into the house that he didn’t know, Chuck had jumped up from his nest and placed himself at the end of the bed, squarely between the intruder and Paige. His hair raised and he let out a low growl as Cole walked further into the room.
“He’s not ugly!” Paige defended. She put her arm around the tree trunk of a neck and pulled him over to her as if to shield him from the mean words.
“What’s with the ears? They stick straight out the side of his head. They don’t perk up and they don’t fall forward, they just stick straight out.” Cole cocked his head and stared at Chuck for a second. He snapped his fingers, “I got it. My mom used to watch reruns of the Flying Nun with Sally Fields when she was ironing. That’s what his ears look like!”
Paige picked up the pillow Chuck’s butt had just been resting on and threw it at Cole, hitting him right in the face as he laughed. “Here. You can sleep on the couch. And for making fun of my dog, you don’t get a blanket.”
“I am not making fun of him. Is there something wrong with his tail?” He laughed.
“Chuck, attack,” Paige said calmly as she folded her arms underneath her breasts. Chuck jumped down from the bed and started to slowly stalk Cole.
“Okay, okay. I am sorry if I offended you, Chuck. I gotta like any dog that protects his owner like you do.” Cole squatted to the ground and waited for Chuck to reach him. Chuck then attacked with a flurry of wet dog kisses, knocking Cole to the floor.
“Come on, big boy, how about I take you for a walk while your mommy finds me a blanket.” Cole scratched behind Chuck’s ear as he stood up. Her dog walked out of the room with Cole and never glanced back.
Chapter Five
Cole’s silver eyes shined as he looked down at her. He traced the outline of her cheek and jaw with his fingertip before lowering his lips to hers. It was a kiss of dreams. So powerful she felt like she was spinning out of control. His hands moved over her as he rolled her on
As normal, her best friend was laying on top of her bed pillows. She had found Chuck on her parents’ farm one night. He was trying to crawl through the fence, but was too weak to make it all the way through. She had gone for a walk and seen him slumped over the bottom plank. At first she had thought he was dead. But when he opened his chocolate brown eyes and pleaded with her, she turned into superwoman. She ripped the board down and scooped him up. He was part chocolate lab and part Lord only knows. His ears were bleeding and his back end wasn’t working. She ran home with him in her arms.
Her father had called Dr. Truett and he had rushed over to try to save him. Dr. Truett pulled buckshot from his ears and had to saw off the rope collar imbedded on his neck. He had either been hit by a car or beaten so much that his hip socket was shattered, causing his long tail to be off center. He had made it through the night and by the next morning was wolfing down bowls of dog food. She moved him home with her to continue to nurse him back to health and a month later had a seventy five pound mixed breed that refused to leave her side.
As she sat down on the bed next to Chuck, he thumped his tail against the pillow to say “welcome home”. She untied her shoelaces and kicked them off when she heard the bell over the front door sound. Either Cy had flown in from Switzerland and was joining the band of brothers to try to intimidate Cole, or they had finally given up and headed home. Her question was answered when she heard the footsteps coming down the hall.
“Hey. So, that was fun. They do that to everyone you know?” Cole strode into her bedroom as if he belonged there. “Whoa. That is one ugly dog.”
At the noise of someone coming into the house that he didn’t know, Chuck had jumped up from his nest and placed himself at the end of the bed, squarely between the intruder and Paige. His hair raised and he let out a low growl as Cole walked further into the room.
“He’s not ugly!” Paige defended. She put her arm around the tree trunk of a neck and pulled him over to her as if to shield him from the mean words.
“What’s with the ears? They stick straight out the side of his head. They don’t perk up and they don’t fall forward, they just stick straight out.” Cole cocked his head and stared at Chuck for a second. He snapped his fingers, “I got it. My mom used to watch reruns of the Flying Nun with Sally Fields when she was ironing. That’s what his ears look like!”
Paige picked up the pillow Chuck’s butt had just been resting on and threw it at Cole, hitting him right in the face as he laughed. “Here. You can sleep on the couch. And for making fun of my dog, you don’t get a blanket.”
“I am not making fun of him. Is there something wrong with his tail?” He laughed.
“Chuck, attack,” Paige said calmly as she folded her arms underneath her breasts. Chuck jumped down from the bed and started to slowly stalk Cole.
“Okay, okay. I am sorry if I offended you, Chuck. I gotta like any dog that protects his owner like you do.” Cole squatted to the ground and waited for Chuck to reach him. Chuck then attacked with a flurry of wet dog kisses, knocking Cole to the floor.
“Come on, big boy, how about I take you for a walk while your mommy finds me a blanket.” Cole scratched behind Chuck’s ear as he stood up. Her dog walked out of the room with Cole and never glanced back.
Chapter Five
Cole’s silver eyes shined as he looked down at her. He traced the outline of her cheek and jaw with his fingertip before lowering his lips to hers. It was a kiss of dreams. So powerful she felt like she was spinning out of control. His hands moved over her as he rolled her on
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