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The woman looks a little surprised. “We haven’t had a chance to get him to a groomer yet. He has had his shots and deworming, though.”
“I’ll take him to the groomer.” There’s no way I can stand his sad little face if I walk away.
“Let me call them and see if they can get you in today,” the woman offers, letting the dog out of his cage. He puts his paws on my knees and lays his head on them.
“Don’t worry, buddy. You’re coming home with me.”
A few minutes later, I’m leaving with the first dog I’ve had since I was a kid. The groomer seems happy to take him and assures me she’ll take good care of him. She advises me to come back to get him in about an hour since she has a lot of work to do.
I make a quick stop at the store for a new collar, leash, and other random supplies he’ll need. With time still left to kill, I decide to go for a coffee.
The coffee shop is within walking distance of my apartment and has an outdoor patio. I could start taking a morning walk with my puppy here. I can’t wait to have such a cute little companion.
I must’ve missed the lunch rush because there’s only two customers ahead of me in line. A man with a great ass, and a woman who holds the hand of a whining kid. Of course, the great ass catches my eye, but when he turns around for a moment to glance at the kid, my titties stand at attention.
He is gorgeous.
Dark hair with a sprinkle of gray, and a beard to match. Deep blue eyes and a jawline that couldn’t have been drawn better by an artist. He doesn’t catch me ogling him with drool dripping out of my mouth because he’s frowning down at the kid who is getting louder and more obnoxious by the second.
Now, I understand toddlers throw tantrums and kids whine. I have nieces and I’ve babysat plenty of times, but this kid is at least eight years old. He tugs his mother’s arm, who looks down at him with a forced, weary smile.
“I want cookies! Chocolate chip! I only like chocolate chip!” He points to the row of six cookies in the display case.
“Yes, baby,” she replies. “You can have a cookie, but we have to wait our turn.”
“I want it now! And two! Two cookies!” he screeches.
When she ignores him, he kicks her in the ankle and drops to the floor, flailing around. “Two chocolate chip cookies!”
I have a sudden urge to get a hysterectomy.
The man who will be starring in my fantasies tonight turns back toward the counter when the barista asks for his order. His voice is smooth and deep as he asks, “Are these all the chocolate chip cookies you have left?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Okay, I’ll take all six cookies and a large coffee, please.”
Oh my god. I can’t keep the snort of laughter from leaping out of me, but I try to cover it with a cough. The mother is going to bear the brunt of it, but he’s making sure the little brat doesn’t get his way.
Little Lord Scream and Kick doesn’t realize what’s happened until the barista hands over the coffee and scoops the last of the cookies into the bag.
“Mine!” he screeches. “Mom! He took my cookies!”
Sighing, she tries to explain. “I can’t keep other people from buying cookies. You’ll have to pick something else. Look, they have the chocolate muffins you like.”
He isn’t having it. His mother tries to order a latte, but it’s hard to hear her over the screaming, so she grabs his hand and practically drags him out of the place.
The man stands outside, talking on his phone and still cradling his bag of cookies.
“Ma’am, may I take your order?” the barista asks.
“Yes, a large iced mocha and a large latte, please,” I tell her, making a quick decision.
After I’m handed my coffees, I drop two dollars in the tip jar and head outside where the mother sits at a table, trying to talk to her kid. He has stopped screaming and his glare jumps between his mother and the man who bought the cookies, but as I approach, I hear him say, “Because you’re stupid and you won’t go make him give me a cookie! I hate you!”
“Excuse me,” I say. “I thought you may need this.”
Her face is pure gratitude as I place the coffee in front of her. “Thank you.” She starts digging in her purse for money.
