Becky went back to the shelter every single day for the next two weeks looking for another dog to adopt, but none compared to Cupid. Day after day she tried, but they just weren't the same as the cute little pup she'd loved and lost in those few days.
Finally, after one too many nights of sitting alone trying not to cry, Becky dug the man's business card out of the pair of jeans on her bathroom floor. It was a wrinkled mess, but still legible. On the front in blue embossed lettering it said his name was Jeff Pierson. He was a lawyer, a partner at some fancy schmancy firm.
On the back he'd scrawled his number and I mean it.
Her fingers trembled as she dialed the number.
"Jeff Pierson." He had a nice voice, deep and soothing.
"Hello, Jeff?"
"Yes?"
She bit her lip and then the words tu
