Dog Sitters by Rozsa Gaston

Author:Rozsa Gaston [Gaston, Rozsa]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Astraea Press LLC
Published: 2013-05-16T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Jack took the stairs to Hint's apartment two at a time. He'd finally gotten a full night's sleep and had put in a productive day at the office. He had been eager to hop on the 5:20 train to Pleasantville and speed home to projects and people who occupied his heart, rather than succumb to Annabel's invitation to meet her at the Stanhope Hotel. He hadn't even been tempted. No longer was he a pathetic toy for some preppie princess to play with until she got bored. He smiled to himself, remembering how good it felt not to respond to Annabel's call to his cell phone on the train ride home.

Then Hint had phoned. Little did she know he was speeding away from his past as they confirmed their plan to meet later.

The only thing not going his way was finding the dog. He had no idea what to do next. But if anyone could make it happen, it would be the person whose door was now opening onto the hallway.

"Hi, Jack."

"Hey. How was your day?" he asked.

She seemed lit from within, her auburn hair flowing in waves over her shoulders.

"Great." A slow smile played across Hint's face. It was almost catlike.

Just the day before he had thought she looked different — as if she had a secret. Now, once again, her face wore a new expression. Her mystery intrigued him, something that had never happened with Annabel, the ever-obvious drama queen. Was it possible that all-out, drop-dead beauty on display for everyone to see was not the way to melt a man's heart? At least not his. He was more interested to explore the subtler shadings of the auburn-haired woman before him.

"How was yours?" she asked, her hand flipping a thick mass of hair off her shoulder.

"I got some work done. Poked around some more lost-dog sites, but didn't come up with anything." And thought of you all day, he didn't add.

"Come in," she welcomed him. "Let's figure out what we're doing this weekend. Maybe we should think about out how we're going to break the news to Nicole and Tom if we haven't found him by Sunday."

Silently, he reached for her hand.

She let him take it.

His fingers encircled hers. He hoped she couldn't hear his heart, thumping like a fish at the bottom of a boat.

"I… I don't know what else to do," she continued.

"So we'll keep doing what we have been doing," he replied.

"But what's the point?" she asked.

"The point is, it's working," he said, his voice dropping. He shifted closer to her, his other hand moving around to the small of her back.

"Who says it's working?" she whispered.

"I do. I'm saying it, and your job is to have the faith to believe it. Got that?" He tucked her slim torso into the curve of his own.

She didn't resist.

"Got what?" she asked, looking as if she was trapped in her own fairy tale illustration.

"Got this?" His hand moved up to the back of her neck, sliding under her hair.

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