Revved up with arousal, Brooke barely noticed the cold. She hadn’t quite decided how far this was going to go, but definitely further. She wanted to get her hands on him, wanted his hands on her. Wanted more kissing. Definitely more kissing. She’d forgotten how much she loved kissing, and Hayden was particularly good at it.
Inside, assorted canines offered greetings. She went stall to stall, checking on the group. There’d been no fights, no fussing. The lot of them mostly just seemed happy to be out of the worst of the cold. And then she reached the vet stall. Greta was in active labor.
The priority shift was instant. Brooke slipped inside, moving slowly lest the dog decide to snap. But Greta had bigger things on her mind. Brooke was still kneeling in the straw, checking Greta over when
