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eyebrow
raised.
    “I’d prefer that over a skunk.”
Please, not a skunk. Please, please, please.
    As soon as she opened the window to
shout at the dog, she smelled it, the acrid odor stinging her nostrils. Oh man.
    David crushed close to her backside
and leaned out beside her. “Is that mountain lion or skunk? I’m having a hard
time telling the difference.”
    She elbowed him in the ribs. This
was not funny. She’d ruined dinner, her house was a junk pile, her life
a mess, and now this. “Royal, get your little miscreant butt over here.”
    The miscreant cantered into the
window’s pool of light.
    “Ewwe.” The stench actually hurt,
her nose stinging and her eyes watering. She slammed the window, but it was too
late. The odor had permeated the room.
    Beside her, David plugged his nose,
but his eyes glimmered with laughter. Could the night possibly get any worse?
    “I’m really sorry, but I have to
take care of this now or I’ll never get it out of her fur.”
    “I’ll help you,” he said with a
nasal twang, his nose still pinched between his fingers.
    He was going to stay? “This is very
embarrassing.”
    He let go of his nose to hold her
chin in his big, warm hand. “It’s amazing,” he whispered.
    “This is not amazing,” she
whispered back, almost fiercely.
    “I’ve never given a dog a bath on a
first date. That is definitely amazing.”
    A first date? As in not the last
date? Randi wouldn’t ask. But she could hope. She could really, really hope.
     
    * * * * *
     
    Three outdoor hosings on the back
porch and three cans of tomato juice later, Royal’s fur oozed skunk stink only
when David stuck his nose against her head.
    “I’ll dunk her in the tub,” Randi
said, “I think she’s still got tomato juice clots in her fur.”
    Randi truly was amazing. He’d never
had so much fun. Not even with Lou’s or Mitch’s kids. He’d splashed her with
the hose, she’d thrown a cup of tomato juice on him, then hosed him down again.
They’d taken more of a bath than the dog.
    Randi’s nipples had burgeoned
against the wet bodice of her dress. He wanted to strip her out of it. Now.
    A towel had fallen through one of
the broken boards on the end of the porch, and Royal was pushing an empty
tomato juice can all around the wooden deck.
    “Royal, komme .”
    “You know, I have the irrational
need to hear you use that command on me.”
    She scooped the dog into her arms.
“David, komme .”
    He would. Over and over. He opened
the door for her and her burden. In the bathroom, she plopped the dog into the
tub and ran the water, testing the temperature with her fingers. On her knees
at the tub’s edge, she soothed the shivering animal.
    David almost moaned at the sight of
Randi’s swaying backside. “What do you want me to do?”
    Man, the things he wanted to do.
What was it about this woman? Her very liveliness made his cock stand at
attention.
    “Can you hand me the shampoo? It’s
in the cupboard over the toilet, and there’s a little jug in there, too.”
    The bathroom had the bare
minimum—toilet, standing sink with a mirror over it, combination bath and
shower. She must have added the cabinet to store her various personal items.
    That was another thing that
intrigued him. She didn’t have a preponderance of stuff. He’d never known a
woman that didn’t. There was very little closet space in the place, but she
didn’t have stuff stacked knee-deep.
    “Douse her while I hold her head,
would ya?”
    David knelt shoulder to shoulder
with her, scooped water into the jug and wet down the dog. Randi squeezed
shampoo. Her sleeves slipped down her shoulders as she worked in the lather.
Christ, even that made him hot as he imagined her soaping him up. In the
shower. A hot tub. Anywhere. She had long, beautiful fingers with short nails
and no polish.
    Randi Andersen was a girl of bare
minimums. He liked that.
    He slid two fingers down the back
of her dress.
    She wriggled away. “Not in front of
the