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Weston.” He was struggling to salvage a civil conversation out of this meeting. He didn’t know why, but he wanted her to like him — or at least soften toward him. “I just wanted to say hello and see how Dulce was doing.”
    Mavis crossed her arms in front of her, leaning her upper body away from him. “She is fine, now. She gets spayed today. The vet checked her over this afternoon, and besides the infection in the wound around her neck, she’s in good shape… considering. They guess she’s around one-and-a-half, so she has a lot of life left. Anything else?” Her voice carried an edge sharp enough to slice paper.
    Weston met her icy glare, but, underneath all that anger, he thought he sensed anguish there. He wondered if that had something to do with her unpleasant attitude. Either way, he was remembering why he hadn’t initially liked her. I’m ready to throw in the towel on this endeavor. He had swallowed his pride to come over here and make nice, and she wasn’t willing to meet him a quarter of the way. His temper was beginning to unravel.
    â€œWell?” she asked, jutting out her chin. Her forehead crinkled under the pressure generated from her raised eyebrows.
    â€œYou are a piece of work,” he said, unable to be the bigger person. “All I did was come out here to say hello, and you have been nothing but discourteous.”
    â€œWell, I’m sorry I don’t swoon at your feet like all the others, but frankly, I just don’t have the time to bolster your ego.”
    â€œFine, princess — have it your way.” He jammed his finger in her direction. “I have no time for a bitter—” He caught himself, and not wanting to insult the dogs, swallowed the word and continued. “—female, who wants to spend more time finding reasons to hate life than being open to enjoying it. You’re as mean-spirited a person as I’ve come across in a long time — and I see a lot of scum. But you can count on one thing — I will do everything in my power to never encounter the likes of you again.” His lips pressed together in a firm line. He was upset that he’d let her push his buttons and fuel his ranting. His hands curled into fists, and his fingernails cut into his palms.
    â€œSuits me fine,” she said as she put her hands on her hips and leaned in, emphasizing each word. “Glad you finally took the hint. I was starting to wonder if I was going to have to hit you with a two by four.”
    Giving up, he turned and strode for the door. He yanked open the door and stopped, glaring back at her. “You know what’s funny, Mavis? You criticized me for judging Dulce for what she appeared to be on the outside — and you’re doing the exact same thing to me.” With that, he left.
    He slammed the swinging door to the lobby open and stormed through, eyes locked on the front door. His escape.
    â€œDetective… Detective…” Stella called. Weston stopped and glanced over at her. “The paperwork you came in for.” She held the form in the air.
    He sighed, drained from his war of words with Mavis. “Yeah… sure.” His shoulders slumped, and his stride slowed as he walked over to the counter.
    â€œJust sign here about the owner surrender, and I will make you a copy for your report,” she said, tapping her finger on the X.
    He pulled a pen from an Animal Angels Rescue mug on the counter and scribbled his name.
    She turned to the copier on the wall behind her and placed the paper in the feed tray. “Not a warm reception?” she asked over the loud hum of the machine. She kept her focus on the task at hand. He made a harrumph sound, and she laughed.
    â€œIs she always like that?”
    â€œNot with people who managed to break through her coat of armor. It’s just her defensive mechanism to keep everyone at arm’s length.” She shrugged as