The Lucky One(24)

Beth smiled as she walked to the kitchen. Nana always got a little edgy when the Braves were losing.

From inside the freezer she drew out an ice tray and cracked out a few cubes. After dropping them into a glass, she filled it and took a long, satisfying drink. Realizing she was hungry as well, she chose a banana from the fruit bowl and went back to the living room. She propped herself on the armrest of the couch, feeling the sweat evaporate in the cold draft, half watching Nana and half watching the game. Part of her wanted to ask how many touchdowns had been scored, but she knew Nana wouldn’t appreciate the humor. Not if the Braves were playing like a bunch of carrots, anyway. Glancing at the clock, she exhaled, knowing she had to get back to the office.

“It was nice visiting with you, Nana.”

“You too, sweetie. Try not to get too hot.”

“I’ll do my best.”

Beth retraced her steps to the kennel office, noting with disappointment the absence of cars in the parking lot, which meant the owners still hadn’t showed up. There was, however, a man walking up the drive, a German shepherd by his side. Dust spirals were rising in the dirt behind him, and the dog’s head drooped, his tongue hanging out. She wondered why they were outside on a day like this. Even animals preferred to stay indoors. Thinking back, she realized it was the first time she could ever remember someone walking his dog to the kennel. Not only that, but whoever it was hadn’t called for an appointment. People dropping off their pets always called for an appointment.

Figuring they’d reach the office at about the same time, she waved a greeting and was surprised when the man paused to stare at her. The dog did the same, his ears rising, and her first thought was that he looked a lot like Oliver, the German shepherd Nana had brought to the house when Beth was thirteen. He had the same black-and-tan markings, the same tilt of his head, the same intimidating stance in the presence of strangers. Not that she’d ever been afraid of Oliver. He’d been more Drake’s dog during the day, but Oliver had always slept beside her bed at night, finding comfort in her presence.

Brought up short by memories of Drake and Oliver, she didn’t realize at first that the man still hadn’t moved. Nor had he said anything. Odd. Maybe he’d expected Nana. Because his face was in shadow, she couldn’t tell one way or the other, but no matter. Once she reached the door, she took down the note and propped the door open, figuring he’d come to the office when he was ready. She walked around the counter and saw the vinyl chair, realizing she’d forgotten the towel. Figured.

Thinking she’d get the paperwork ready for the stranger to drop off his dog, she grabbed a sheet from the file cabinet and attached it to the clipboard. She rummaged through the desk for a pen and set both on the counter just as the stranger and his dog walked in. He smiled, and when their eyes met, it was one of the few times in her life that she felt at a complete loss for words.

It had less to do with the fact that he was staring than with the way he was staring. As crazy as it sounded, he was looking at her as though he recognized her. But she’d never seen him before; she was sure of that. She would have remembered him, if only because he reminded her of Drake in the way he seemed to dominate the room. Like Drake, he was probably close to six feet and lean, with wiry arms and broad shoulders. There was a rugged edge to his appearance, underscored by his sun-bleached jeans and T-shirt.

But that’s where the similarities ended. While Drake’s eyes were brown and rimmed with hazel, the stranger’s were blue; where Drake had always kept his hair short, the stranger’s hair was longer, almost wild looking. She noted that despite having walked here, he seemed to be sweating less than she was.

She felt suddenly self-conscious and turned away just as the stranger took a step toward the counter. From the corner of her eye, she watched him raise his palm slightly in the dog’s direction. She’d seen Nana do that a thousand times, and the dog, attuned to every subtle move, stayed in place. The dog was already well trained, which probably meant he was here for boarding.

“Your dog is beautiful,” she said, sliding the clipboard toward him. The sound of her own voice broke the awkward silence. “I had a German shepherd once. What’s his name?”

“This is Zeus. And thank you.”

“Hello, Zeus.”

Zeus’s head tilted to the side.

“I’m just going to need you to sign in,” she said. “And if you have a copy of the vet’s records, that would be great. Or the contact information.”

“Excuse me?”

“The vet’s records. You’re here to board Zeus, right?”

“No,” he said. He motioned over his shoulder. “Actually, I saw the sign in the window. I’m looking for work, and I was wondering if you still had anything available.”

“Oh.” She hadn’t expected that and tried to reorient herself.

He shrugged. “I know I probably should have called first, but I was out this way anyway. I figured I’d just swing by in person to see if you had an application. If you want me to come back tomorrow, I will.”

“No, it’s not that. I’m just surprised. People usually don’t come by on Sundays to apply for a job.” Actually, they didn’t come by on other days, either, but she left that part out. “I’ve got an application on file here somewhere,” she said, turning toward the cabinet behind her. “Just give me a second to grab it.” She pulled out the bottom drawer and began rummaging through the files. “What’s your name?”