I knew that would pique her interest. As a matter of fact, I was banking on it. This was perfect timing to let her know about my newest venture.

Chance: I’ve been volunteering for your shelter. I saw the article. I know that place means a lot to you. Wanted to help.

Aubrey: Are you serious?

Chance: I’ll come by the office around 5:00 after I walk them back?

Aubrey: I have plans tonight, so I have to leave the office by then. Why don’t I just stop by the park now and have you sign it really quick?

Chance: Where should I meet you?

Aubrey: By the concession stand at the entrance around 4:15.

Chance: See u then.

Perfect.

If I were being honest, the dogs were really walking me. I let them lead me to wherever they wanted to go. I’d pick up their turds with pink plastic bags provided by the shelter and dump the crap into the public trash.

The things I do for you, Aubrey Bloom.

When it was time to meet Aubrey, reigning the dogs in became a necessity. “Hold your horses, guys. Let’s go this way.” The two bigger ones really were more like horses than dogs anyway.

I stopped when I spotted her. She didn’t see me at first. Aubrey was standing alone with a manila folder tucked under her arm, eating an ice cream cone. My mouth watered as my eyes followed the movement of her tongue sliding along the ice cream. The sunlight caught the natural red highlights in her hair. A light breeze blew her skirt up teasingly. I missed those legs.

Actually, I missed those legs wrapped around my back while I was buried deep inside of her.

My dick twitched at the thought. The dogs weren’t happy about having to abruptly stop so that I could gaze at her. They retaliated by suddenly charging toward where she was standing, dragging me behind them.

Aubrey erupted in laughter when she saw me struggling to contain the three barking beasts.

“You’ve got your hands full.” She smiled

All of this was worth it just to earn a genuine smile from her, which was rare lately. She had some ice cream on her bottom lip, and I yearned to suck it off. It seemed the dogs were just as enamored with Aubrey as I was. They started jumping all over her. The Dane snuck some of her ice cream cone. It was covered in slobber, so she let him have the rest. Aubrey seemed to be eating the attention up, though, letting the three of them practically trample her and lick her face. The Shepherd looked like he was about to hump her leg.

Dogs got away with murder.

I’d never wanted to be one so badly in my life.

Tightening my grip on the leashes, I said, “Guys, pipe down. Give poor Aubrey some space.”

“Interesting advice coming from you, Mr. Bastardo.”

“At least I haven’t tried to lick you.” I wiggled my brows. “I’ve thought about it. “

“You have, have you?”

“Yup. Just now, actually. But I can restrain myself when I want to. That’s a brownie point in my corner, eh?” I winked.

“Well, congratulations for not acting like an animal.”

“It’s not easy sometimes, because I know what I’m missing, seeing as though I’ve already sampled your kibbles n’ bits.”

Shaking her head, she said, “You’re crass.”

“You like it.”

“No, I don’t.” She rolled her eyes, but the expression on her face was one of amusement.

There was my dirty girl.

She opened the folder and grabbed a pen from her purse. “We should have you sign your contract. I reviewed it carefully. It includes everything we requested, no surprises, but feel free to look it over before signing.”

Scribbling my signature at the bottom as quickly as I could and handing her back the pen, I said, “No need. I trust you completely.” Looking straight into her eyes, I added, “I doubt you can say the same about me, but I’m working on that.”

She seemed to shut down. “You’re right. I can’t say the same.” She tucked the folder back under her arm. “I better get going. I have to be somewhere.”

“You have a date with the Dickster?”

“Stop calling him that. For the last time, his name is Richard.”

My tone turned serious. “Come on, Princess. I’m just kidding about all of it…your bits…Dick…everything. You know my sense of humor. You used to like it.”

“Really? I did? Funny, because I don’t remember much that happened before waking up sore between my legs and finding you gone.”

Fuck.

It felt like she punched me in the gut.

When will this ever get easier?