Just One Kiss by Traci Hall

Author:Traci Hall
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Tags: Contemporary Fiction, Clean & Wholesome Romance, Series Fiction, Fiction Heroes Military, Sweet Romance, Fiction, Romance, Freelance Photographer, Office Romance, Latino, Veterans, Dogs, Contemporary Romance, Appletree Cove, Boss & Employee Romance, Small Town Fiction, Mexican-American Hero, Opposites Attract, Dog Trainers, Celebrity Hero, Celebrity Romance, Women’s Short Stories, Dog Rehabilitation, Small Town Romance, Contemporary Short Stories, Category Romance, Alpha Male, Pacific Ocean, Co-Workers, Mexican-American, Contemporary Women’s Fiction, Appletree Cove Series, Dog Trainer, Hispanic, Opposites Attract Romance, Workplace, Small Town & Rural, Latino Hero, Clean Romance, Marines, Freelance Photography, Pacific Northwest, Hispanic Hero, Beach Town Romance, Military Hero, Contemporary American Fiction, Interracial Romance, Mexican, Celebrity Fiction, Entangled Publishing, Multicultural & Interracial Romance, Entangled Bliss, Stand Alone Fiction, Alpha Hero, Stand Alone Romance, Beach Town, Two Hour Short Reads, Series Romance, Two Hour Romance Short Reads, Romantic Comedy, Wealthy Hero, American Fiction, Multicultural Romance, Small Town & Rural Fiction, Traci Hall
ISBN: 9781640637955
Publisher: Entangled Publishing, LLC
Published: 2021-01-11T18:25:21.045888+00:00

Minutes later, Sawyer returned to his office. He couldn’t stop thinking about Grace meeting with that socialite model Griffin Carlisle.

He fired up his computer and ran a quick internet search. Yep. Same guy he remembered from some of the wilder Seattle parties Daniella had loved.

Born and raised in Seattle, Griffin lived off his parents’ largesse, early IBM stock investments, not managing any actual business of his own. A year ago, he’d posed nude to draw attention to corrupt chinchilla farming.

What was Grace walking into? He watched the clock, which ticked by very slowly.

At last, Sawyer turned his energy to dog training, focusing on Bert for over an hour and the others after. It was a strong group, and his hopes for the facility lifted.

Once the dogs were settled in for the night, Sawyer left Bark Camp, knowing he’d come back and check on them again before going to bed. In order to train them successfully, he was keeping these new dogs at the center. They were work dogs, not pets, and the line was a fine one. Perhaps that was a mistake he’d made with Bert. He seemed to be blurring lines all over the place lately.

The pups would be rewarded with treats and affection, but first and foremost they had to learn how to behave, to best help those who needed it, in ways only they could. His strict Catholic upbringing and the Marines had taught him boundaries were fundamental, that there had to be an alpha. Following the rules could be the difference between life and death.

He arrived home and let Bert out of the SUV. The three good dogs greeted him as they’d been trained—no jumping or knocking into him. Bert, however, ducked and jumped, wanting to play. Holding tight to his leash, Sawyer forced the rowdy dog to sit, while the others sniffed him. His tongue lolled, but he stayed put.

Sawyer couldn’t help but smile at the doofus.

The house phone rang as he unhooked Bert from the leash. Sawyer recognized his realtor’s number and answered. “Hello.”

“Sawyer,” Angelo said. “How’s your remodel going?”

“Excellent. I’m happy with the property.” Sawyer opened the back slider, and Sky, Diamond, Kita, and Bert all trotted out with him. He hooked Bert’s collar on the running line to keep him in the yard.

All four raced the length of the grass, back and forth like it was Independence Day.

“I heard a rumor,” Angelo said.

“I hate gossip.” Sawyer immediately assumed it had to do with Daniella.

“Let me rephrase,” the realtor said smoothly. “I’ve heard that a property in your area might soon be up for sale.”

Land did interest him. “Where?”

“Right next door.”

Sawyer peered past a canopy of big-leafed maples to the sprawling beige house half an acre away. “I’m not sure I’m in the market for another home at the moment.”

“Not for a home,” said the realtor. “I’m looking at the place here. I can send you pictures. A half acre right next to yours. The structure is tiny. It would be nothing to knock down, or you could use it for storage.

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