Given the situation, I clearly didn’t. But Alaric wasn’t wrong. I’d done that a time or two. Much to their embarrassment.
“No. She just adopted it. But she hadn’t gotten it to the vet yet, so I warned her so it wasn’t a big shock.”
“Was she hot?” Alaric asked, but directed the question to Seeley.
“Yeah, she was hot,” Seeley confirmed.
“And you didn’t hit, man? You okay? You catch some weird animal disease from your menagerie?” Eddie asked.
“We were just talking,” I said, shrugging it off. Even if, in fact, I hadn’t been able to think of anything but her since I walked away from that parking lot.
The beautiful face.
The body.
The love of dogs.
The ridiculous babbling.
It was all just… working.
To be honest, I’d been kicking my own ass for not getting her number since I got home and realized just how fucked in the head I was about her.
Hell, not even her number.
I should have turned on the charm and gotten an invite to her place. Then fucked her out of my system. That was what I should have done.
Now all I was left with was the desire to do it, without the means.
Fucking rookie-ass move.
My ma might not have won any parenting awards, but she did offer me some nuggets of advice about grabbing life by the balls and how you usually didn’t regret the things you did do, but rather the shit you didn’t.
I usually took that advice.
Hence the lifestyle I lived.
If Miami wasn’t such a busy area, I would have dragged my ass back over there to try to find her.
As it was, it was an opportunity lost.
And I was just going to have to live with that.
Or so I thought.
Until she showed up at my door.
Bloodied and scared.
CHAPTER FOUR
Lark
Well, my old girl was definitely pregnant. And in another few weeks, it was looking like I could expect to be helping her raise up six little babies of unknown decent.
Which meant I spent the next few days hyper fixating on setting up a great whelping box, and getting all the supplies I needed for a mama and babies. All the while spoiling my sweet girl who, thankfully, took to my little dogs easily, and was enjoying being a couch potato with a binge-eating problem.
Between work and the preparations, I should have been keeping busy enough not to let my mind obsess over all of the dogs I had to leave behind.