of starvation. That’s why we’re overcrowded right now.”
“You’ve been feeding them?”
“Feeding them, nursing them back to health. But we can’t just keep them all. Eventually, when the horses are ready, something has to be done with them. So we hold periodic auctions.”
“To make way for more horses that need help.”
“Right.”
So he had dimples and he did good deeds even beyond the call of duty that had brought him to Charlie’s rescue yesterday. Faith was beginning to see why her sister had been shocked by her complaints about him.
And since that left Faith wondering again about what part she might have played—however unwittingly—in the previous day’s events, she wanted to make sure she was particularly conscientious today. Which seemed to mean not dragging out her visit to Charlie.
“I’m sure you’ve put in a full day and want to get home,” she said then. “Your receptionist said you’re keeping Charlie there with you?”
“I have five dogs so one more doesn’t make much difference.”
“And Charlie is doing all right with the other dogs?” It was Faith’s turn to be shocked.
“Sure,” he said as if he didn’t understand the question.
Faith decided against telling him that Charlie was usually horrible around anyone else’s pets.
Instead, she said, “And you think I’ll be able to take her home tomorrow?”
“I’d plan on it.”
“Good. My house is pretty empty without her,” Faith said, standing and handing her schnauzer back to Boone.
Charlie had no qualms about being returned to the vet—another surprise—and actually tipped her head back once she was in his arms, lovingly licking the underside of Boone’s chin.
“Yes, you’re a good girl,” Boone cooed to her, placing a light kiss to the top of Charlie’s head.
And Faith felt a pang.
She wasn’t sure of what, but it came in response to that kiss.
It must have been over seeing how much her dog liked Boone, she decided. Ordinarily Charlie’s loyalty to her was intense and Charlie didn’t warm up to anyone else, so Faith wasn’t accustomed to sharing her affections.
“I’ll call in the morning,” she said as she made her way to the door with Boone and Charlie bringing up the rear.
“Okay,” the vet said. “And don’t worry, I know Charlie isn’t being herself but she’ll be back to normal soon.”
Faith nodded, partially turning to give her dog one last pet and kiss the top of Charlie’s head herself before saying goodbye.
“Have a nice night,” Boone called as she went out.
“You, too,” she responded with one last glance at man and dog.
And one last pang.
And while it still seemed logical that the pang was from leaving Charlie with someone else, it almost felt as if that wasn’t exactly the cause.
It almost felt as if that pang was jealousy.
Jealousy of her pet.
Who was in Boone Pratt’s arms.
But that couldn’t possibly be the case, she told herself.
And yet, the pang was there and with it was some curiosity about what it might feel like to have Boone Pratt’s big hands stroking her….
Chapter Three
When Faith’s doorbell rang at seven-thirty Tuesday night there were two possibilities for who could be on her front porch.
The first was that it was the delivery person from the Chinese restaurant, Northbridge’s newest addition.
The second possibility was that it was Boone Pratt.
And even though she was starving, she was secretly—and curiously—rooting for the Boone possibility.
As she reached for the handle she heard Charlie’s demanding let-me-in yip to give her advance warning of who had rung the bell.
An inexplicable smile sprang to her lips and she instantly suppressed it. Boone Pratt didn’t need to know that after not being able to stop thinking about him since leaving his office on Sunday evening, she was so happy for the chance to see him again that she was nearly giddy. So she made sure she was composed and showing no signs of her delight by the time she opened the door.
“Dog delivery,” Boone announced in greeting.
“It had to be that or Chinese food,” Faith said, stepping out of the way as Charlie charged inside.
“She’s better,” Faith observed, surprised by the improvement in her pet. “And not even on a leash.”
“She’s fine,” Boone assured.
“Come in,” Faith invited.
It was not as spontaneous an invitation as she made it sound.
Before she’d had the chance to call Boone’s office that morning to ask when she could pick up Charlie, Boone’s receptionist had phoned to tell her Charlie was with Boone and that Boone had gone from home to an emergency on a farm far outside of Northbridge. The receptionist had said she would let Faith know when he got to the office.
Then the receptionist had called later to say the emergency was going to occupy Boone all day and that—if it was all right with Faith—he would bring Charlie by her house later this evening.
So Faith had known for hours that Boone would be coming by tonight and she’d given the whole prospect a great deal of thought. Beginning with just how friendly she should be when she was with him again.
She’d been surprised with how friendly she wanted to be, surprised how much the idea of his coming over had pleased her. She’d spent the better part of the afternoon deliberating about what to wear, how to do her hair, how to act, whether or not to ask him in, what to say if she did and how to say it. She’d even caught herself practicing in the mirror when she’d only intended to pluck her eyebrows.
And despite telling herself that there was no reason for her to be doing or thinking any of what she’d done or thought, in the end she’d hated the idea of Boone merely dropping off Charlie and leaving. And then she’d told herself that asking him in when he was personally bringing her dog home was nothing more than hometown hospitality.
Hometown hospitality that included deep-conditioning her hair and wearing it loose around her shoulders, paying special attention to her blush and mascara, ironing perfect creases into her khaki slacks and changing tops seven times before she’d settled on the pale yellow sweater set she had on.
She’d
