Puppies. I stared at the animal shelter sign wistfully as I walked to the van waiting to take us to the hospital.
Opal was already sitting in the third-row seat with her raven black hair covering half her face and holding a package on her lap.
“Good morning,” I greeted her. “Did you figure out your donation?”
“Yep.” She fiddled with the package. This close, her sweet scent was overpowering and my stomach growled in response. It made me crave funnel cakes covered in powdered sugar.
“Please tell me we’re stopping for coffee,” Fallon said as she climbed in next to me and pushed her sunglasses up through her hair.
A human woman who I thought was Molly’s assistant took the front passenger seat. “No stops. They’ll have some coffee at the hospital. We’re on a tight schedule today.”
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