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If you’re interested, I’ve been setting aside a few rounds for more snowmen. I know you said you wanted some and when they’re finished, they are yours.
Will you meet me this Saturday at Brews and Chews? Same time?
I hope you say yes.
Yours,
Woodsman
Merry smiled at her screen, her heart jumping into her throat. Should she respond and just ask if he really was Clark? But what if she was wrong and she ruined whatever was going on between Woodsman and her?
No, she could wait until Saturday.
Woodsman27,
I would love the snowmen! And I’ll totally pay for them. Name your price! Within reason. ;) I don’t mind outdoor activities, but when I get too cold, I want to go inside and curl up in front of the fire and watch a movie. I’m kind of a homebody, I guess.
And yes, I would love to try again. I’m taking the day off from work and will be running a few errands, but I will talk to you when I get home.
Xo,
KnottyGirl25
She hit send and dropped her phone into her purse. Despite the setback with her friend and Ryan’s meltdown, Merry was determined to enjoy her day.
Once she paid her check, Merry limped out of the diner and headed down the street toward her sister’s shop. Thankfully she’d decided to wear her snow boots, and between the bandage over her stitches and the extra padding inside, her foot didn’t ache as much. She didn’t want to drive, as parking in the heart of town was limited and besides, it wasn’t that far. She wanted to get one of those cute light projectors in lieu of Christmas lights and knew Holly had them last year. Hopefully she had a few hiding in the back to get put out after Thanksgiving.
“Get back here, you stupid son of a bitch!” someone shouted behind her, and she turned in time to see a dirty ball of fluff run right for her legs. Merry dropped to her knees, capturing the fleeing dog in her arms with an oooofff.
Brianna Vincent jogged down the street in her animal print scrubs, a scowling elderly man marching several feet behind her.
“Nice catch,” Brianna said, kneeling down in front of her. Brianna had worked at Mistletoe Animal Hospital for at least ten years and Merry remembered all the times Brianna snuck Butch treats when she’d taken him in for his annual.
“Thanks, but I’m not sure what I have here.”
“That’s what you call a Dysapeer.” Brianna patted the puppy’s side with a laugh. “Great Pyrenees puppy Mr. Olson bought. Only twelve weeks and already a runner.”
Merry’s arms ached from holding the struggling dog. “Did you say twelve weeks? Geez, he’ll be a monster.”
“It’s a she, which is just another thing that idiot of a breeder screwed up.” The raspy voice belonged to the old man, who hovered over them like a menacing cloud. The puppy in Merry’s arms trembled at the sound of his harsh tone and every muscle in Merry’s body stiffened.
“Will you grab that little bitch for me so I can go about my day?” he snapped, thrusting a red slip leash at Brianna. “I’ve wasted enough time on this worthless thing. If I’m going to get to Twin Falls today, I need to leave now.”
Merry let Brianna lasso the leash over the puppy’s head and climbed to her feet, wincing when the skin on the bottom of her feet pulled. The man’s deep weathered creases told the story of someone who’d spent many years outdoors and enjoyed keeping his expression in a permascowl. He jerked the rope away from Brianna rudely and it was on the tip of Merry’s tongue to call him out. If his dog didn’t like him, that said a lot about a person and Merry wanted to pick the poor thing up and run as far and as fast as she could.
As if sensing an ally, the pup looked up at her with soulful dark eyes surrounded by thick white lashes, eyes that begged her: Don’t let him take me.
“Why are you going to Twin Falls?” Merry asked, keeping her tone light.
“To get rid of her. I can’t get the damn breeder to call me back and I have no use for a dog who doesn’t listen and pisses all over the place.”
“It’s a puppy,” Merry said coldly.
“It’s a lemon, is what it is!”
Brianna’s gaze shifted between Merry and Mr. Olson, and spoke up cheerfully, “Pyrs are really great dogs with proper training—”
“Male ones! I’ve had Pyrs my whole life and I’m telling you, the bitches aren’t worth a damn. I told that breeder I wanted a boy or nothing and she shipped me this. Female dogs are for breeding and nothing else.”
