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never hear it,” Rory said softly, tapping his leg and crossing over to the patio.
     
    “Oh, I’ll pray all right.”
     

    Rory slid the glass door back and followed Scout into the air-conditioned kitchen.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter Four
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Stu stopped running and bent over, gasping for air. He squinted down the shoreline in the late afternoon sun. “Boomer!” The black lab stopped frolicking in the water and turned, his ears lifting into the air as if Stu might have just said something about a doggie treat. “Come on, buddy!” Stu yelled with a wave. Boomer hesitated and then galloped into the hot sand, his tags jingling around a red collar. “Let’s walk it out for a while, huh buddy? I’ve got a major cramp.” He rubbed the black lab’s shiny wet head and stood back up. Boomer shook back and forth, spraying him with lake water.
     
    “Hey!” Stu laughed as a flock of geese flew over the tree line and swooped down, honking and splashing into a tranquil Lake Darling. Boomer watched the waterfowl with engrossed eyes, somehow resisting the urge to leave his master’s side.
     
      “Oh wait a minute, I think we’ve got a live one here, Boom,” Stu whispered, causing the lab to look over to the approaching silhouette of someone with a small dog. When Stu noticed the long brown hair and short shorts on the woman coming his way, he was happy to be wearing sunglasses. He started walking towards her, acting like he wasn’t staring at the way her plump breasts bounced inside a little red tank top as she power walked across the sand. “Just remember, Boom,” he murmured. “Play cute and cuddly until I get her number. Then you can go back to your normal self. Okay?”
     
    Boomer barked one time and shook more water from his coat.
     
    “Atta boy,” Stu whispered, trying to round up his best opening line. This was the hard part. At least in a bar everyone had some of the liquid courage worming through their veins. It didn’t matter if it was the grocery store, or the gym, or the bookstore, he always felt like a creep approaching women without at least a good four-beer buzz swirling around his head. But he was tired of meeting women in the bars. They were always the same old sloppy drunks with shady pasts who didn’t know when to leave the next morning.
     
    Unfortunately, women weren’t exactly falling head over heels to date a balding insurance salesman, but at thirty-seven time wasn’t on his side. Most of his friends already had kids in high school and in a town this small, the good ones went quick.
     
    Boomer couldn’t restrain himself for another second and took off running down the sandy beach, quickly closing on some geese drifting closer to shore. The brunette’s tiny dog jerked backwards on its leash and released a panicked round of high-pitched yelps as Boomer zipped past.
     
    “Sorry bout that,” Stu said, watching the black lab leap into the murky water and scare the large birds into flight. “That dog is nuts. I should probably have him looked at.”
     
    The pretty brunette turned and watched Boomer with a hand shielding her eyes from the sinking sun. “Aw, he’s so cute. What’s his name?”
     
    Stu tried not to stare at the nipples poking through her tank top, knowing it would only fluster him. “Stu, I mean, Boomer. He’s Boomer, I’m Stu,” he said sheepishly, sticking his hand out.
     
    Her eyes dropped to his extended hand and hovered. Stu cringed, knowing he had just officially creeped her out because, after all, he was a stranger. And strangers were bad.
     
    “I’m Tanya,” she smiled, taking his hand and shaking it with a firm grip.
     
    Relief washed over him as he held her onto hand for a few seconds too long. “And who’s this?” he asked, releasing his hold and looking down at the fluffy Pomeranian dancing nervously around their feet.
     
    “This is Chloe,” Tanya replied warmly,