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The Las Vegas Animal Care and Control had phoned her this morning letting her know they had a pickup of three pit bull terriers. Their owner, Jeremy Beckett, had been arrested for animal cruelty and illegal dog fighting. Cassie rehabilitated fighting dogs and set them up as companion dogs for disabled Vets and Vets that suffered from PTSD, so Animal Care called her specifically when fighting dogs came into the facility.
She also had a hotline on her website for people to report illegal dog fighting activity, and she regularly shared that information with Animal Care. She was slowly making a name for herself in the community as the one to contact when a fighting dog needed a new home.
"Thanks for coming out so quick," Doug Peters, one of the animal control officers that assisted in rescuing the dogs from the dog fighting operation, said.
Cassie had known Doug for about a year, since he started working for Animal Care and Control. "No problem. I know you guys are almost at full capacity right now."
"Yeah, we've been calling all the local rescues in the area, hoping they can help out." He gave a smile and a nod. "Come on, I'll help you out to your truck with these guys."
Cassie opened the back door to her SUV, and Doug lifted each dog onto the seat.
"Thanks," Cassie said, closing the door.
Doug stuck his hands in his rear jean pockets, looked at the ground, and kicked a rock with the toe of his shoe. "Look Cassie," Doug looked back up at her, "I know I asked you out a few months ago and you said no, but now that we know each other a little better, I was hoping if I asked you again your answer might be different."
Cassie's first thought was to say no, again. She never dated, ever. Not since Gage. But she paused. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea to go out with Doug. Her aunt told her all the time that she needed to go out with people her own age and mingle (her words).
Cassie gave Doug a smile. "I'd like that." Cassie told herself her decision had absolutely nothing to do with Gage being back in town (yeah, and pigs actually really do fly).
Doug gave her a big grin. He really was cute with shaggy, brown hair, dark-brown eyes, and a really great smile. His nose was a little large, but it fit his face, and he had a nice laugh. "Great. Is Friday night good for you?"
"Friday night's perfect."
He gave her another one of his great smiles. "I'll pick you up at the ranch. Seven o'clock okay?"
"Seven will be fine." Cassie rounded the hood of her truck and opened the driver's side door. "I'll see you then." She hopped in the truck and gave Doug a small wave before pulling away.
"Hallelujah!" This was her aunt's response to Cassie's announcement that she had a date Friday night and asking if she could watch Logan. "This change of heart wouldn't have anything to do with that incredibly handsome man that came around to see you yesterday would it?"
Cassie rolled her eyes. What she didn't do was answer. Her aunt kept on, ignoring Cassie's eye roll. "You know, I couldn't help but notice that Logan is the spitting image of him. Could it be, mystery man is finally revealed?"
Cassie recited in her head all the reasons why she loved her aunt before she responded. "Yes, that was Logan's father." Cassie held up a hand when Laurie opened her mouth to speak. "No, I didn't tell him about Logan. No, I'm not planning on telling him. And yes, hopefully, that will be the last time we see him."
Laurie was silent for a few beats before she said in a quiet voice, "Honey, I remember how sad you were the first year you moved in with me. How hard it was for you to get over Logan's father. And to this day, I don't think you ever truly did. So just the fact that you are putting yourself out there, trying to move on...." She paused a moment, swallowing hard, obviously overcome with emotion. "Well, just so you know, whatever you do, whatever you decide,