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hasn’t seen the dog there before. She took a picture and sent it to the clinic north of town, and they said they didn’t recognize the dog, either.”
    â€œHuh.” Megan took a sip from the glass of wine she’d poured earlier. “So no one knows her, at least not from the clinics.”
    â€œNo. Doc there said she looks young, less than a year old. He went ahead and gave her puppy shots and meds and they put her picture up on the bulletin board, but he said judging from what I told him about her condition it’s likely she was abandoned or ran off from someone.”
    â€œThat’s so sad. So are you keeping her?”
    He shrugged. “I guess so, unless someone claims her. I’ll put up signs in the neighborhood and we’ll see what happens.”
    â€œPoor little cupcake.”
    â€œI was thinking of calling her Killer. Or maybe Thing.”
    Megan gave him a horrified look. “Those are awful names for such a cute little dog. Cupcake fits her better.”
    â€œA guy can’t have a dog named Cupcake.”
    â€œAnd why not?”
    â€œI don’t know. It’s not a dude name.”
    â€œYou’re a dude. Your dog is not. She’s a girl and she should have a girlie name. Like Cupcake. Isn’t that right, Cupcake?”
    â€œCupcake isn’t a girl name.”
    â€œIt most certainly is.”
    â€œWell, I’m not calling her that.”
    Megan rolled her eyes. “Fine. Then you should name her Tulip.”
    â€œThat’s even worse.”
    â€œSassy.”
    He grimaced. “God, no.”
    â€œFancy.”
    He cocked his head to the side. “You’re joking, right?”
    â€œBiscuit.”
    â€œWoman, please. Killer is sounding better and better all the time.”
    â€œYou are hard to please.” She looked at the dog, then smiled. “Roxie.”
    He opened his mouth to object, then paused. “Okay, that might work. It’s tough, but still a girl’s name.”
    â€œIt’s cute. I think it fits her.”
    â€œWell, Killer fits her, too.”
    Megan laughed. “No, it doesn’t. I’ll bet she couldn’t even kill a bug—could you, Roxie?”
    Brady cast a disgusted look at her. “Roxie, huh?”
    The pup barked.
    â€œAha,” Megan said. “I’d say she’s chosen her own name—haven’t you, Roxie?”
    â€œRoxie it is, I guess. I need another beer.”
    Figuring she’d won that round, she grabbed another beer from the refrigerator and handed it off to Brady.
    â€œWhat are you fixing?”
    â€œFried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans with bacon, along with rolls. Does that sound all right?”
    â€œAnything that doesn’t come from a microwave or a sandwich shop sounds all right to me.”
    â€œYou’re easy.”
    â€œNot the first time I’ve heard that.”
    For some reason, his reply felt sexual, and it made her stomach tumble. And things south quiver.
    â€œIs there anything I can do to help?”
    â€œNo, but thank you.”
    â€œSo I’m supposed to just sit here and watch you do all the work?”
    â€œDoes that bother you?”
    â€œYeah. Kind of.”
    She laughed. “Okay. Come over here and wash your hands and I’ll put you to work.”
    She liked that he wasn’t happy about doing nothing, but she sure wasn’t used to having a man work side by side with her in her kitchen. She’d cooked for guys before at her house, but she couldn’t recall ever having one help her.
    A first.
    He washed up, then came over to stand beside her. “Okay, what do you need from me?”
    She looked over at him, studying how tall he was standing next to her. His jeans were loose, his gray T-shirt clean and stretched tight over some very fine muscles. She let her gaze travel over his forearms, where dark hair covered his skin. And those tattoos made him look tough. Sexy.