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you?”
    He shook his head. “I always knew I loved that woman for
    more than just her kiler Aston Martin colection.” The smile he
    gave her was clearly intended to melt her into a puddle of lust at
    his feet. “Trust Agnes to also send the prettiest dog trainer on the

    planet my way.”
    Absolutely, positively refusing to melt for him, she arched
    her eyebrow. “Excuse me?”
    Atlas reacted to the icy tone of her voice by letting out a
    low whine. She couldn’t believe this man was talking to her like
    this, trying to flirt with her by saying she could be one of the
    models. Especialy when she knew exactly what she looked like
    in her ripped, sweaty shirt, muddy shorts, and skinned knees.
    If only she’d trained Atlas to be an attack dog...
    A man holding a large camera caled out to them. “Hey
    Zach, the models need to know how you want them on the
    cars?”
    “Don’t let us stop you from your important work. Atlas,
    let’s go.” She picked up his leash as her big dog rose to his feet
    beside her.
    She was heading to her car when Zach said, “Hey, I
    thought you were going to stay to train me?”
    How, she wondered, did he manage to make her job sound
    quite so filthy? Deciding not to dignify his obnoxious comment
    with a reply, she didn’t even break stride.
    At least until he said, “Forget something?”
    Darn it. She’d been hoping to make a quick getaway while
    he was distracted by tiny bikinis and spray-on tans.
    Steeling herself for the confrontation — and for looking at
    him again without reacting like a teenage girl hit with her first
    burst of hormones — Heather turned around slowly. “I heard you
    yeling earlier. We both know you’re not interested in having a

    yeling earlier. We both know you’re not interested in having a
    puppy.” She looked down at the fluff in her arms, deceptively
    innocent as it snored softly. “Especialy one that can be so
    playful.”
    He crossed the distance between them and she had to fight
    the urge to take a step back. “I’l get one of those crates for it
    for the next couple of weeks.”
    Heather didn’t stop the snarl from erupting from her lips.
    “You use a crate for specific training purposes, not to imprison a
    dog al day.” She should have just turned and walked away from
    him, but she had to know. “Why would you get a puppy if you
    don’t even want one?”
    “My seven-year-old niece-to-be dumped her on me this
    morning, to take care of while she’s on vacation. She’l crucify
    me if anything happens to it.” She was surprised to see a hint of
    fear hit his eyes. “I remember just how vicious my little sisters
    could be when I made them mad.”
    Even as she tried to steel herself against liking anything
    about this man, she couldn’t miss the deep affection in his voice
    as he spoke about the women in his life. She shouldn’t care how
    good-looking he was, or how electric it had felt when he’d taken
    her hand or held her to keep her from faling.
    And she certainly shouldn’t care if he had a soft spot for
    seven-year-old girls and little sisters.
    Stil, it explained why he wasn’t the least bit equipped to
    deal with a puppy. Heather sighed as she realized that perhaps
    walking away from him with his puppy in tow wasn’t going to be
    quite as easy as she’d thought.

    quite as easy as she’d thought.
    “Damn it,” he said, his eyes darkening as he suddenly
    squatted down and ran one hand over her thigh.
    She jumped back. “What are you doing?”
    “You’re bleeding.” He looked incredibly pissed off by this
    fact. “What the hel were you doing crawling in there in shorts?”
    “Saving the dog you lost,” she shot back at him, even as a
    part way down deep inside warmed at the fact that he even
    cared about her skinned knees...not to mention the shockingly
    seductive feel of his hands on her skin.
    She’d been taking care of herself for so long that she
    couldn’t remember the last time someone had worried about