but I think this guy needs a thorough exam, his vaccinations and a good worming.” Reynolds ran a practiced hand over the dog’s thin body. “If he has a home, it sure isn’t a good one. What do you think your mom is going to say about this?”
“She said we could get a dog,” Lily said shyly.
“And now we have one that’s free!” Tyler added with an exuberant victory punch in the air.
“Good luck.” Reynolds paused at the open door of his vehicle and gave Drew a level look that said, Don’t get your hopes up, kid.
“Jeez,” Drew muttered irritably after the black SUV headed on up the hill. “Why don’t you guys tell the whole world that we found a stray?”
Tyler’s wide grin faded. “He’s our neighbor.”
“But did you hear what he said? I bet he’s gonna ask everyone he sees in town, and then for sure someone will come after Scout!”
He curved his arms a little tighter around the dog, and immediately Scout gave him a slurpy kiss up the side of his face.
There was no way anyone was going to take this dog away, he vowed silently. No way at all.
CHAPTER FIVE
“PLEASE, PLEASE, PLEASE,” Lily begged. “We gotta keep him. Someone prob’ly just dumped him out on the road and left him to starve!”
Erin surveyed the three children standing on the porch above her, and adjusted the shoulder strap of her purse. “Let’s talk about this inside, okay?”
They parted like the Red Sea for her to pass, Drew clutching the puppy to his chest, his mouth curled mutinously, Lily’s face a mask of desperate hope and Tyler… His expression alone would have melted the coldest heart. Clearly, he’d already decided that the situation was hopeless, and the sadness in his eyes made her own burn.
“I’m not an ogre, you know.” She smiled as she hoisted her sack of groceries and her purse onto the kitchen counter. “I did promise you could get a dog. I was hoping we could go on Saturday.”
“But this one needs us,” Lily persisted. “We wanted a dog, and this one just appeared. It’s like it was meant to be.”
Erin reached out to stroke the dog’s damp, silky head. He smelled suspiciously like her twelve-dollars-a-bottle shampoo, and a glance toward the kitchen revealed a very wet floor littered with her best company towels.
“He’s darling. But what if there are kids just like you who are crying over their lost friend?”
Tyler bit his lower lip. “We figured we could post some notices.”
“Yeah. I could do that,” Drew said quickly. “All over.”
“If someone loved him, how come he’s so skinny?” Lily reached out and ran her hand along his ribs. “Just look. And he was covered with burrs, and one of his paws had dry blood on it. Anyway, there aren’t even any houses close to here, ’cept the man up on the hill.”
“And he already saw Scout, and he didn’t say anything about not letting us keep him here,” Drew added triumphantly.
“Connor—Dr. Reynolds—was here?”
“Just on the road.” Drew felt his smile droop into a scowl. “I don’t like him much.”
Erin’s senses sharpened. “Why do you say that?” she asked, carefully keeping her tone neutral.
“He kept saying stuff like we shouldn’t be disappointed, because Scout probably has a home. I bet he hopes it’s true!”
Erin’s heart tightened. “Maybe he was just trying to help.”
“So can we keep Scout? Please?”
She gave a distracted wave. “We’ll see. I’ll, um, call the animal shelter, and put an ad in the local paper.”
Tyler blanched. “An ad? For everyone to see?”
“Honey, wouldn’t that be fair? What if you lost a dog you loved very much? You’d always wonder and worry about what happened to him.”
The children’s expressions fell into deep despair.
“There’s always the possibility that someone just dumped him on the side of the road, though,” she added. “People can be very cruel, or ignorant—they think it’s better than taking a pet to the shelter, and never consider that the animal may starve or be injured. If no one claims this guy, we’ll keep him. If someone does, we’ll go to the shelter and find another dog. I promise.”
While she put away groceries and started supper, she watched them through the kitchen window.
Lily, the limp from her poorly repaired clubfoot so much more noticeable when she tried to run with the pup, beamed with a joy that lit up her sweet face.
Drew so rarely smiled, but now his shouts of laughter echoed through the meadow. And Tyler had for these past few moments seemed like any other carefree child you’d see playing in a backyard, instead of one who’d lived through hell. Please, Lord, let this dog stay with us, she whispered.
Bracing her hands on the sink, Erin closed her eyes and rolled her head from side to side, working out the tension in her neck.
No easy day, this. Poor Frank Willoughby—who’d been on the verge of discharge—should have been back at the nursing home with his wife by now, eating supper. And Connor…
Ignoring the uneasy feeling in her stomach, Erin washed her hands, unwrapped a pound of ground beef and began forming patties.
She’d never expected to run into Connor, much less end up as his neighbor, but she’d made a promise to Stephanie and she planned to keep it.
Even if her premonition of trouble was growing with each passing day.
CONNOR GRIMACED as he hesitated at the door of Ollie’s Diner on Thursday morning, even as the aromas of bacon and coffee and hot, caramel-drenched cinnamon rolls beckoned.
When deciding to come up to Blackberry Hill, he’d planned to cover Ed’s clinic, take good care of the patients and spend the rest of his time in blessed solitude up on Hadley’s Mountain. He’d sworn not to become involved in local hospital politics.
God knew he just wanted to be left alone, especially after the incident at the hospital in Green Bay.
But Grace Fisher—an unopposable force if there ever was one—and his own deceptively sweet office nurse, Linda, had conspired against him, and here he was, walking into a meeting he’d planned to avoid.
Sighing heavily, he stepped inside the small entryway and right into the 1940s. On one side, red vinyl stools faced the long lunch counter with its old-fashioned soda fountain, while high-backed booths lined the other, and Formica-topped tables filled the space between. War posters, antique kitchen utensils and curling vintage calendars covered the walls.
Every available seat was taken, and the din from clinking china,
