“If the military ever decides to go with a softer touch, they could learn a thing or two from you.”
Hannah just shot Ryan a secretive smile as they followed Brooke Redding, director of the Wishful Animal Rescue, down the central aisle between kennels as dogs barked, bayed, and whined from all sides. He had no idea how she’d managed to convince Percy to volunteer for dog walking duty, and he’d been standing right there. It was something to do with those big blue eyes and the dimples. He wasn’t exactly immune to that combination himself. Either way, this latest scheme to help him covertly assess Percy’s physical health was a good one.
“—so appreciate y’all coming down. We’re always in need of something down here. Volunteers, supplies, donations. With the holiday season and winter finally g
