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promise she won’t wind up in a shelter.” Oh, that was just lame. This dog clearly trusts him, and Jensen not taking her will ruin the plan that’s slowly forming in my head. “However, if you do take her, we’ll cover the follow-up visits.” That statement may cost me dearly when Dr. Leopold finds out.
    He scratches his temple.
    Come on, Jensen, don’t let us down.
    “It's just that, I don't know the first thing about animals. I've never had a pet before.”
    Seriously? How could anyone grow up without animals? That would be such a drag.
    His whole body pauses, except for his eyes that flick back and forth as if searching for an answer. Though I am holding my breath, I can’t help but fight a smile. He seems to be concerned about doing the right thing. It’s so sweet.
    With a swift toss back of his feathery hair, I get a dead look in the eyes. “Yeah, I’d love to take her. I feel something greater than I am is telling me to, so I’ll accept that. It will be good for us both.”
    Another weird answer.
    My mind flashes back to that appointment Griffin and I had with the psychic about a year ago. On the way home, Griffin told me, “You can’t fight the universe, Shortnin’ Bread. It’s going to take you where it wants you to go, so you might as well work with it.” It took months for me to stop being freaked out after hearing that. Now it’s flashing back into my brain with this man’s words. Oh, that’s just creep—
    “Lizetta?”
    Huh? Oh, yeah. He is taking the dog. “You take her home and get her settled. In a few hours, I’ll drop off all the supplies you will need. I’ll also give you my cell phone number. If you need anything, all you have to do is call.”
    He smiles in agreement, and, oh sweet baby goodness, my heart is trying to race through my veins and out my toes.
    Maybe the universe has sent Etta to pave the path to our futures.
    Nah. This guy could never see anything in me.
    Could he?

    A then G, no C. Son of a— Ugh!
    Writing music was once as simple as breathing. All I needed to do was go for a walk and start humming. Halfway through I would race home to write it all down. It would just need a little tweaking and whala, brilliance! Now it’s like I’ve forgotten how to progress chords. That song should be working. Maybe my hearing is jacked.
    Was it the drugs? Nah, I wrote just fine before I started getting wasted. Didn’t I?
    I try it again, and the dog howls. Her pain isn’t just from the injury. My serenade is probably making her ears bleed.
    The guitar gets ditched for both of our sakes. I sit and share a blanket with Etta so we can watch the game on TV. “You a hockey fan?” She gives me a blank stare. “Don’t worry. You will be. No one is allowed in this place unless they are hockey fans.” I lean in to whisper, “But if they are Kings fans, I am counting on you to nibble off their knee caps.”
    Etta gets a good rub behind the ears. Having another responsibility really is a good thing. Shoot, anything to keep me on the straight and narrow is a good thing. It’s only been a couple of hours, and I’m already used to her. I just wish that I knew more about dogs. How much do you feed them? How often do you take them to the vet? Did Etta come potty trained? I need to jump online tonight.
    The sound of a car pulling up comes from outside. That must be Lizetta. Shoot, I should have cleaned this place more. She is going to think I can’t take care of myself, let alone Etta. I pop up and head to the kitchen for a towel and start dusting.  

    My crazy plan is deviously brilliant! Truthfully, I may have stuck Jensen with a dog he isn’t ready for. However, I never would have tried to sway him if I wasn’t certain he could provide for her.
    Then again, his little-boy look could deceivingly mean he is an expert serial killer and I am screwed.
    I sneak a peek into the rearview mirror. Why don’t I keep a makeup kit in my desk? That changes tomorrow! I want to scrub off my