Keith watched the family head down the street. They were heading to the pet store to get puppy food, supplies and toys. He smiled. Three down, eleven puppies and two mama dogs to go. He sent up a quick prayer that more sold quickly.
Going through the gate, he looked in the back yard hunting for Whitney. Not seeing her, Keith went through the garage and entered the house.
“Not at all happy about having fewer puppies are we?” Keith asked, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms across his chest.
Whitney stopped, freezing in place. Her face turned red, and she slowly lowered her arms. Then she ran across the room and enveloped him in a hug as she jumped up and down.
“The spotted horde is smaller by three. And even better, they are going to a wonderful family. Those puppies will be loved and happy for a long time.”
Keith wrapped his arms around her and held her close. A difficult task as she kept bouncing in her excitement. He started laughing, and soon she joined him.
“I’m so happy. We need to celebrate. I want triple chocolate, caramel pecan ice cream with marshmallow topping and sprinkles and a cherry on top, but you have to eat the cherry because I don’t like them.”
Whitney wiggled out of his arms and grabbed her purse from the counter in the kitchen. She put the check in her wallet and turned to look at him. “You coming? I know the best ice cream place. Did you bring the Healey? I deserve to ride in it today. This is the best day in a long time.”
Keith followed her out of the house. They went through the front door to avoid the puppies. “You mean meeting me wasn’t the best day?” He caught up with her and held her hand.
“I was bleeding and in pain. No, it wasn’t the best day. But you did help with posting the ads about the puppies for sale, so the ice cream is my treat. I don’t think I’d be three puppies lighter without you.” She flashed a brilliant smile at him.
Keith’s chest tightened. He was really attracted to Whitney and was hoping their developing rapport led to something more permanent.