like Zach Sulivan, who would only see it as confirmation
that he was king of the world. But at the same time, she knew
she’d only be distracted al day wondering if he and Cuddles
were going to make it to five p.m. in one piece.
She dragged herself into the shower and ran it a bit colder
than usual to try to wake herself up — and cool herself down from
the very sexy dream she’d been having about the exact person
the very sexy dream she’d been having about the exact person
she shouldn’t have been. After she dried off, she puled up his
number on her cel phone from when he’d caled her the night
before and left him a message teling him that she would be
coming to help, after al.
It was far more tempting than it should have been to blow
dry her hair and throw on some makeup, but it was bad enough
she was heading to his house this morning with nothing but a
phone cal. If she actualy dressed up for him, al chance of
retaining her self-respect would disappear.
By the time she’d slid on a pair of jeans, one of a dozen
long-sleeved T-shirts in her closet, and braided her hair to keep
it out of the way while she was dealing with whatever puppy
mayhem had descended at Zach’s house, he’d texted her with
his address.
She let Atlas out into the backyard and fed him before they
set out. “Guess what? We’re going to see your new best friend
Cuddles.”
At the sound of the puppy’s name, her dog happily
thumped his tail.
“I’m glad at least one of us is happy about this,” she
muttered as she drove toward Potrero Hil, one of the most
exclusive districts in San Francisco, with views to forever. Who
knew auto mechanics did this wel?
The thought hit her again as she puled up to the enormous
house, along with the question of how Zach could possibly afford
it. But when everything inside sounded ominously quiet as she
stood on the front step and knocked on the door, worry about
stood on the front step and knocked on the door, worry about
what had happened between him and the puppy had the question
moving into the background.
Because even though she had a sense that Zach probably
lived to do things like wake people up out of a sound sleep at
5:30 in the morning, she now had a feeling the real reason he’d
caled her was out of actual desperation.
Hoping she wasn’t too late, she knocked on the door
again, more loudly. Zach opened the door, saying, “Shhh.”
He looked like hel. Stil far too gorgeous for a mere mortal,
but definitely not his best.
No doubt, even she’d managed more sleep than he had last
night. And from the looks of his half-shaven face, and the jeans
puled up over his hips, the real damage had started to go down
when he was in the shower.
Okay, she firmly told herself as the muscles on his shirtless
chest rippled in front of her, she could handle a nice set of abs.
Heck, she’d spent time with a professional athlete for a while, so
it wasn’t like she hadn’t seen a good body before.
Fortunately, Zach was so distraught by whatever Cuddles
had done that he didn’t seem to notice her drooling over his bare
chest. The last thing she needed was for him to know just how
hard a time she was having resisting him.
He pointed down to her dog and ordered, “Don’t wake the
puppy up.”
Atlas’s ears flattened and Heather roled her eyes. Men
were such babies. Zach was acting like waking up Cuddles
would break him as he slowly opened the door, wincing at every
would break him as he slowly opened the door, wincing at every
creak in the frame.
Heather’s mouth fel open. “Oh my God.” She looked at
Zach in shock, then back at his house. “I can’t believe Cuddles
could possibly have done al this by herself.”
A muscle jumped in his clenched jaw. “Believe it. She’s the
devil in a puppy disguise.”
Normaly Heather would have taken offense at anyone
saying that about a helpless, sweet puppy, but she was stunned
by the destruction to