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because it was after hours. But there was this guy who was waiting for doggy school who has these amazing eyes I can’t stop thinking about and, well, he found a clump of hair in Chester’s throat. From my hairbrush. So, it turned out he wasn’t dying. Just coughing on a hairball. See? No harm at all. Won’t that be a funny story to tell the grandpups?”
    “Chester’s neutered.” She didn’t laugh, but she seemed to relax a little. “Tell me about this guy with the scintillating eyes. I assume he’s the reason for your newfound interest in my sweet baby?”
    I’d been caught. It was time to come clean. “His name’s Henry Holbrook III.”
    She blinked at me. “And?”
    “He is all I can think about.” I stared blankly at the leash in my hand. “It’s absurd, Rach. Absolutely ridiculous. I know nothing about him except that he adopted some stray dog who could have had rabies for all he knew. I mean, who does that?”
    Silence.
    I looked up at my best friend, begging for some wisdom. She knew me better than anyone. She’d get me back on track. “This is the complete opposite of Detailed Dating . It doesn’t go with my plan. You have to help me. What should I do?”
    Rachel leaned forward with a serious look. “I think you should go for it.”
    And then she handed me her dog.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER THREE
     
    It was illogical to feel so strongly about some random guy I’d only met once, but when I spotted Henry getting off his bike in front of All Things Furry, butterflies fluttered in my tummy. The fluttering stopped abruptly, however, when I noticed he was wearing the same sweats he had on yesterday. My blood ran cold.
    Either 1) he hadn’t changed clothes since yesterday (ew); 2) he was wearing different sweats that looked exactly the same (lack of creativity); or 3) he’d taken off the sweats and been naked doing . . . something . . . and had put the sweats back on since he hadn’t had another set of clothes at wherever he’d stayed (shoot me now).
    He locked his bike and his mouth curved upward when he saw Chester and me approaching. “Hi, Ellen. Chester.”
    “Hi.” I smiled back, so happy that he’d remembered my name that I momentarily forgot to be concerned about the sweats. Then I noticed dark circles under his eyes and my mouth went flat. Tired? Same outfit? He’d obviously stayed at his girlfriend’s place, had fun all night with her, and hadn’t had time to change outfits. My stomach sank, but I tried not to let it show. “Late night?”
    May as well ask and take the dagger to my heart now.
    He rubbed a hand over his face. “It shows, huh?”
    “Hmm.” Frustrated that his response didn’t give me a clue what he’d been doing, I tried again. “Was it at least fun?”
    He appeared deep in thought. “It was . . . intense.”
    What did that mean? “But in a good way I hope.”
    Kenzie peered between his legs and he patted her head. “Time will tell.”
    “Huh.” The guy had a knack for vague. I loosened my grip on Chester’s leash so he could bump noses with Kenzie who had her jaw to the ground. She stared at his invasive snout suspiciously.
    “Before I forget . . . ” Henry reached into his pocket and pulled out a bright red pen covered with bumpy hearts and handed it to me. “You left this here last night.”
    My cheeks heated at the Detailed Dating inscription. “How’d you know it was mine?”
    He opened the front door and gestured for us to go through first. “Abby gave it to me after class. Said you left it when you signed your credit card slip.”
    Stunned by the knowledge that he’d been with Abby after class, I swallowed my dry throat. Was she the reason he’d had so little sleep? If so, why hadn’t she returned the pen to me herself? “Oh, uh, thanks.”
    “No problem.” He followed us inside and took a seat in the chair next to me.
    Trying to delete the disturbing mental image of Henry and our beautiful blonde obedience instructor together, I studied