Good Guys Love Dogs

Good Guys Love Dogs by Inglath Cooper

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Authors: Inglath Cooper
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asked.
    â€œI'm sorry? Colby
had no idea where the conversation
    had gone.
    â€œI was just
telling Ian that you'd been interested in
    Oak Hill for years.
    â€œOh. So you're
the one who bought it? It's a beautiful
    farm, Ian.
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    â€œIt is. Needs
some work, but I hope to get it in shape.
    Virginia's a beautiful state. It's a
ful one-eighty from New
    York City.
    â€œI'm sure. What
are you planning to do with Oak
    Hil ?
    â€œRight now my
main objective is to get the place in
    presentable condition. I'm afraid I
don't know very much
    about farming.
    â€œOh, that's too
bad, she said, thinking it an injustice
    for some New York City tycoon who
wouldn't know an
    alfalfa field from a turnip patch to
get the farm she'd
    dreamed about buying herself
someday.
    â€œI need to check
on dinner, Phoebe said, getting up
    and heading for the kitchen. “You
stay put and enjoy your
    wine, Colby. I'l be right back.
    Colby got up from her chair and
forced a smile at the
    two men. “I'll go
give her a hand. She's far too thoughtful
    to ask for help.
    In the kitchen, Colby thumped her
glass down on the
    counter. “Phoebe,
this may be grounds for breaking up.
    Phoebe looked up from the vegetable
lasagna she was
    removing from the oven. “Don't
tell me he's not drop-
    dead gorgeous.
    â€œI was too
embarrassed to notice.
    â€œWhy on earth are
you embarrassed?
    â€œBecause! she
said, throwing up her hands in
    exasperation. “He
was in my office with his dog earlier this
    week. He probably thinks I knew
about this then.
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    Phoebe lit up with delight.
“Haven't you always said
    good guys love their dogs? What more
perfect way for you
    two to meet.
    â€œI don't want to
meet anyone!
    â€œWel , I know you
think you don't. . . .
    â€œThis is the last
time, Phoebe Walker! I'm not ever
    coming to your house for dinner
again unless you sign a
    legally binding statement that there
will be no potential
    husbands sitting on the other side
of the table.
    Phoebe placed the lasagna on the
stovetop with a
    frustrated look on her face. “Once
the single women in this
    county get wind of this man, they'll
be knocking the door
    down. I was just trying to get you
in the starting gate a little
    ahead of the others.
    â€œDo I look that
desperate? Colby said, thinking of
    Cindy Stoneway's flat tire.
    â€œNo, Phoebe
protested. “I hate to see you alone.
    â€œI'm not alone. I
have my daughter.
    â€œThat's not the
same.
    Frank appeared in the doorway,
interrupting them.
    â€œDinner ready?
    â€œWe were just
about to bring the food out, Phoebe
    said with a bright smile.
    Colby grabbed a couple of bowls and
fol owed Frank
    out of the kitchen, feeling every
bit like an old racehorse.
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    olby ended up seated beside Ian at
dinner, with
    CPhoebe and Frank directly across
from them.
    Once they al fil ed their plates,
Phoebe dimmed the
    chandelier above the dining room
table. Although the
    ambience hinted a little too
strongly at romance, Colby was
    grateful that she didn't have to
look directly at Ian for the
    entire night.
    By this point, she accepted the
humor in the situation.
    It was kind of funny that she'd met
the man on Monday
    without any idea that he would be
the main ingredient in
    Phoebe's matchmaker soup.
    Their seats were close enough that
they kept bumping
    shoulders. Every time his jacket
sleeve brushed her bare
    arm, she felt as though she'd
encountered a force field of
    electricity. She ended up sitting
poker straight in her chair,
    keeping her elbows tucked tightly at
her side.
    Phoebe smiled at her every now and
then, imploring
    her with her eyes to loosen up.
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    If it had been anyone else beside
her, maybe she would
    have after a few sips of wine. But
there had been something
    about meeting Ian McKinley the first
time that stayed with
    her, brought up thoughts of Doug and
the past. Handsome
    in the same

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