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to leave your side.”
    Law frowned at the dog. “ Geh —uh, go on, Sam. Go with Jori.”
    Samantha licked the hand he had used to emphasize his point before turning away obediently.
    Law watched the pair walk away in misgiving. He should have left the dog at the reception desk, as he’d planned. Regardless of Yard’s advice, he was leaving without a dog. So what was he doing standing here, when he needed to be headed to the airport to catch his booked flight to Richmond, Virginia?
    He knew the answer. He was behaving like a POG, lusting after something he couldn’t have.
    When he’d noticed Jori at the convenience store this morning, something about her posture had caught his attention. It was so unlike the friendly young woman he’d seen at WWP the past three days. With shoulders hunched and a thumbnail hooked into her teeth, she’d looked as if her day hadn’t begun well and wasn’t going to get any better. That shouldn’t have bothered him, but it did.
    He’d nearly stopped to speak to her. But then she’d bent to pull something off a lower shelf. Better to keep moving, he’d told himself. Her problems. No need to make them his.
    Then he’d caught her reflection in the glass doors of the refrigerated cases. The intensity of her gaze had grabbed him by the short hairs. He’d frozen, not certain how he should react to that frankly lustful gaze aimed his way. His body didn’t hesitate. His dick had gone hard as a lead pipe.
    Something like humor tugged at Law’s mouth. Even after her friendly wave he couldn’t think of a goddamn way to respond that wouldn’t end up involving the clerk calling the police about two customers engaged in a lewd display of public affection.
    At the checkout line, he’d behaved like an asshole. All to cover up his real feelings. He wanted her. Bad.
    That’s why he was here now, staring at her ass while barely registering the presence of the other vets, dogs, and trainers. He checked his phone. Three hours until his flight. It was an hour’s drive to Little Rock’s airport. He should leave now.
    To his surprise, his stride carried him toward, not away from the class.
    Across the room Kelli welcomed Jori back into the semicircle of people. “Why don’t you give us a quick refresher on the gentle lead, Jori.”
    Jori ignored Battise as he took up a position a little apart from the rest, his back to the wall. “We use gentle leads because even the tiniest tug on a leash will turn your dog’s head in your direction for commands. This type of leash is a bonus for someone in a wheelchair, or an amputee using one or more prosthetic devices. You won’t get jerked off your feet, or out of a chair by a stubborn animal. Not that we have those here.”
    To demonstrate, she took a few steps then made a sudden right turn, surprising Samantha. After the slightest tug on her leash, Samantha instantly changed directions.
    â€œVery good.” Kelli waved her back into the group. “Right now one of our puppy raiser families is training a hundred-and-five-pound black Lab named Bronco. Their seven-year-old daughter Harley can completely control him on a gentle lead.”
    â€œAnd a little child shall lead them.” Abe, a Vietnam vet in from Michigan and the eldest of their clients in this graduating class, was missing his right leg above the knee. He wore a T-shirt that read: THIS SHIRT COST ME AN ARM AND A LEG. I GOT IT ON DISCOUNT. His new dog was Ginger, a big blond shelter dog who was part Lab and parts unknown.
    When each veteran had been allowed to test his skill with the gentle lead, Kelli stepped in again. “Before we break up into individual sessions, do any of you have problems or successes from last night that you want to share?”
    Seth, a fresh-faced twenty-eight-year-old from Vermont in a wheelchair, raised a hand. “Does falling out of bed at three a.m.