Tiny Tim loomed on the front seat of the truck, completely blocking her view of Hayden. Brooke was okay with that. Her massive dog might help hide her mortification.
She’d quite literally thrown herself at the man. Which, okay, might be forgivable under the circumstances because gratitude. But then she’d held on like some kind of moron because his body felt kind of amazing against hers. It had been so long, she’d practically forgotten what it was like to be held. And what was that whole, Sorry. You’re warm thing about?
Lamesauce.
But seriously, Hayden Garrow was the answer to her wish. The miracle to save her dogs. Who else would willingly invite fifteen dogs onto their property for the foreseeable future? The very idea of it made her heart go gooey. When was the last time she’d gone go
