No One Like You by Kate Angell

Author:Kate Angell [Angell, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fiction, Romance, Contemporary
ISBN: 9780758291318
Google: awdjBgAAQBAJ
Publisher: Kensington
Published: 2015-04-28T04:00:00+00:00

Rylan had finished bathing Rue. She smelled like cherry blossoms. He’d toweled her off in the laundry room, and she stretched out on the porch beside the shampooed dachshunds.

He handed Beth a leash, a bottle of aloe vera shampoo, a stack of towels, and the hose. “Go for it,” he said. He stood off to the side and watched.

The bath went downhill from there. She should’ve leashed Atlas first, that was her initial mistake. Instead, she set the shampoo bottle on the ground near the hose and draped the towels over the fence, only to have the big dog pull them down and run off with all three. She went after him. Atlas shook them, tore one in half, before giving them up. When she went to retrieve the shampoo, a strong spray blasted her backside.

Beth was drenched. Head to toe. Atlas was trotting around the backyard with the hose between his teeth. He’d triggered the plastic spray gun. Water came down like rain.

Atlas continued to prance around her. Water shot out the corner of his mouth. His ears flopped wildly. He made sure he’d soaked her. She didn’t have a swimsuit. She’d changed into a tank top and cutoff shorts. She was barefooted. The grass was slippery.

Atlas went on to pull the garden hose the full length of the yard. He now ran through the puddles. Beth took hold of the hose and tried to reel him in. She tugged, and he pulled back.

It was a tug of war she couldn’t win. The Dane was too strong.

Frustration rose. The only way to get to Atlas was through his stomach. “Treat?” she called out. He’d recently eaten dinner, but there was always room for an organic biscuit.

Atlas skidded to a stop, as she had hoped he would. He came toward her, watering the yard along the way. She happened to glance at Rylan. His Rogues T-shirt and jeans were dry as he comfortably leaned against a metal fence post. His arms were folded over his chest; one ankle crossed the other. He looked relaxed, as if he was enjoying himself. He was far too amused.

She wanted to turn the hose on him. Live and learn, she thought.

She lassoed Atlas with the leash when he got close enough then removed the spray gun from his mouth. She momentarily had control. She needed to make the most of it.

Surprisingly, once he’d calmed down, Atlas didn’t mind his bath. He didn’t like having his ears washed. He fidgeted when she did his paws. She sprayed him off, toweled him down. She tickled his sides, and he got wiggly.

Atlas needed a nail trim. That was a two person job. She turned to Rylan, hoping he would help her. “Nail clippers?”

Ry was reluctant. He ran one hand down his face. “I usually have a veterinary technician clip them.”

“He could easily scratch someone. We’re here now.”

“Let’s give it a try.” Ry entered the house, returned with a pair of clippers.

Atlas eyed Rylan with suspicion. He began shifting.

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