“How do you feel about dogs?” he asked, keeping himself between her and the rest of the yard.
“I love dogs,” Lauren said, trying not to admire this man quite so much. But he clearly spent time in a gym—and the yard, if the work gloves were any indication—and he had beautiful brown hair and a pair of eyes to match.
He wore a T-shirt that strained across his chest and biceps, and while Lauren had known who Trent was the moment he’d called, it was clear he didn’t know who she was.
Or even that she was a she. It was a common mistake, what with her last name being a common first name for men. Still, it had an S on it, but somehow people overlooked that a lot.
was she“So I have four German shepherds back here,” he said as he finally started walking into the yard. “They’re police dogs, and th
