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  hidden his good humor from her because her eyes narrowed.

  Smart girl.

  He waited as she turned her attention to Lady, examining her in the same manner he had—thoroughly. So he saw the exact second she realized what he’d already discovered. Her mouth curved, then her teeth chewed into that bottom lip to try to hold it back, but her hazel eyes were laughing when they met his across the length of Lady’s body.

  The moment was brief but oddly electrifying, broken when Sally dropped to her knees beside them. “What is it?” she asked, sounding deeply concerned.

  “Mrs. Feinstein,” Emily said. “You said you adopted Lady two weeks ago?”

  “Yes, I’ve got a friend who’s got a cousin whose sister-in-law’s brother breeds Tibetan mastiffs. Lady was the last in a long line of winning show dogs. I don’t have her paperwork yet. It’s been delayed for some reason. It doesn’t matter. I’m not going to show her, no matter how expensive she was. I just love the breed because they look like teddy bears. No ugly reproductive parts showing all the time.” She shuddered distastefully.

  Emily bit her lip harder.

  Wyatt rubbed Lady’s tummy, and the dog went boneless on its back, spread eagle. Lady did indeed resemble a teddy bear. In fact there was so much hair everywhere the dog might have been a stuffed animal from a child’s room.

  Except for the huge erection between its hind legs, sticking straight up in the air.

  Sally stared at it. “What in the Sam Hill is that?”

  “A penis,” Wyatt said.

  “I was really hoping you were going to say tumor,” Sally said. She paused. “Why does my girl dog have a penis?”

  “Lady isn’t a female. And there doesn’t appear to be a thing wrong with him—other than he hasn’t been neutered.”

  Sally shifted her shocked gaze from dog to vet. “Lady’s not a she.”

  “Not in the slightest.”

  Tired of being flat on his back, Lady leapt to his feet and panted happily at them. Then he tried to hump Emily.

  Wyatt rose, pulled Emily up with him, and then Sally.

  Lady wasn’t bothered by being disrupted in mid-hump. He went back to dating the chair.

  “We could take care of this for you,” Wyatt told Sally. “Dr. Connelly is doing the surgeries today, I could check and see if there’s an opening for Lady.”

  “Good gracious,” she said faintly, a hand to her heart, still staring down at Lady like she’d just discovered she was the owner of a green-striped pig. “Yes, please. I’d like to get this . . . taken care of.”

  * * *

  Wyatt took Emily through two straight hours of patients before giving them a moment to breathe in the staff room, where they inhaled the plate of sandwiches Jade had put out for them. They stood at the counter, and though Wyatt didn’t know about Emily, he was giving the whole ignoring her thing a good ol’ college try.

  Mike broke their uneasy silence when he poked his head in and held out their next file. Wyatt gestured for Emily to take it. She reached out for it and a birthing glove fell from beneath her white lab coat.

  Mike grinned. “You don’t have to hoard those, Doc, we keep ’em in every exam room.”

  When he was gone, Emily looked at Wyatt. “You could have told me I had another stuck to my butt.”

  “That would’ve suggested that I’d looked at your butt.”

  She pulled off her coat and one last glove fell from her. She made a noise from deep in her throat that suggested she blamed him.

  This wasn’t a surprise. Something else having sisters had taught him—blame was easily assigned to the nearest male in the room.

  They went back to work and saw twenty-seven more patients before the end of the day. He sent an exhausted Emily home with the rest of the support staff, and then went to Dell’s office, where Dell and Adam were waiting on him.

  Adam was Dell’s brother, and while not a vet, he helped run Belle Haven. He was a search and rescue expert, an S&R instructor, and taught all the local dog obedience classes.

  “How did the new girl do today?” Dell asked.

  “She’s smart,” Wyatt said.

  Dell nodded. “And?”

  Sweet. Cute. Hot . . . “Good with people and animals,” he added.

  Dell smiled. “We already know all that, it’s why we took her. Tell me something I don’t know.”

  “She’s a quick thinker, and knows her stuff when it came to the domestic animals.”

  Dell nodded.

  Adam hadn’t moved. He remained sprawled back in his chair, as still as a cat, just as intelligent as his brother. “But?” he said.

  “I already know,” Dell said. “We all know. She’s not used to this kind of work, she’s a city vet. She startled when you treated Sergeant and he nearly took off her hand.”

  Sergeant was a bad-tempered sheep who’d come in today with a stomachache. “Sergeant has nearly taken off all our hands at one point or another,” Wyatt said.

  “How about Crazy Charlie?” Dell asked. “He throw her off her game?”

  Crazy Charlie had come in with his even crazier parrot who tended to shout all sorts of racial obscenities.

  Like owner, like parrot.

  Turned out, Emily wasn’t all that good at corralling her emotions. Annoyance, embarrassment, fear. Wyatt had seen each and every one of them as she felt them. So had everyone else.

  She was going to have to do better there. “She’s finding her footing,” he said.

  Adam arched a brow, but didn’t say a word.

  Dell smiled. “You’re defending her.”

  Wyatt shrugged. “You like her, too, or she wouldn’t be here. You already know she was worth it.”

  Dell nodded. “But it’s good to know you feel the same.”

  “Yeah,” Wyatt said. “I feel the same.” Aware of Adam’s quiet, knowing gaze, he left and went to his office to handle the mountain of paperwork waiting for him.

  He was still at work at seven o’clock, stomach growling, hunched over his computer when his cell phone buzzed an incoming text from Zoe, his older sister.

  So as it turns out, the gas stove isn’t working. No worries, the fire department said all is well now.

  Jesus. He grabbed his keys and headed out. Someday in the near future, home would be the house he built on the land he’d purchased earlier in the year—ten acres out near the lake on the outskirts of town. For now, home was the place he and his two sisters Darcy and Zoe shared, the house that the three of them had inherited from their grandparents.

  And home might actually be the wrong word. Money pit. Yeah, money pit was definitely right. The huge, rambling old Victorian was falling off its axis, but it was the only home the three of them had ever known. The plan was to fix it up just enough to get out from beneath it. They’d divide the profits, and each would go on their merry way with their lives. But it had been a year and they were still stuck with each other.

  Zoe was the oldest at thirty-two. The classic oldest, she was driven, bossy, and a perfectionist. Wyatt, the middle child, was only eleven months behind her, and the baby, Darcy, had just turned twenty-six and . . . well, she was as crazy as they came. Not three-day-emergency-hold crazy so much as . . . uncontrolled, uninhibited, and scary as hell.

  The three of them had grown up quickly, and at the mercy of their foreign diplomat parents, whose jobs had taken them all over the world. Liberia for two years. Bolivia for three. Jordan. Hungary. Indonesia . . . It was mostly a blur now, but the lifestyle of being ripped away from everything you knew every few years, or even every few months, had left its toll in varying ways on each of them.

  In Wyatt’s case, all he’d ever dreamed about was putting down roots and staying somewhere long enough to be on a sports team, and maybe get a pet while he was at it.

  The bright side to his early years had been his grandparents. Born and raised in Sunshine, they’d never left. He and his sisters had often been sent here for summers. Though both grandparents were