He stood, the puppy in his arms, and shook hands with her. “Yes. And this little one is Harley.” He placed him on the exam table.
“Harley, huh?” She let the puppy sniff her hand before she took over. She checked his teeth for starters. “Is someone a biker?”
“My son named him. He, eh, adopted him in Sturgis, South Dakota.”
She smiled. “Adopted him, huh?”
“Yes. Very clever little guy. Kept him hidden for two days in our RV without us knowing. We discovered him this morning.”
“Where are you from again?”
“Florida. I know, the accent tends to throw people.”
She looked up, as if seeing him for the first time. “Tyler Paulson? The writer?”
He felt his face heat. “Ah, yes. That’s me.”
She smiled. “I thought the name sounded familiar. I love your books.” She called a technician into the room. “Please draw blood work and do a fecal. We also need to get him started on his first round of puppy shots.”
“We’re heading to Seattle now. Is there some sort of health certificate I need?”
“Sure, I’ll prepare one for you. Let’s get his tests done first.”
“Right.”
“How old is he, do you know?”
“The little girl said he was nine weeks old, and the runt of the litter.”
“That’s about right. Are you crate training him?”
He gave her what he knew to be a blank look. “Crate training?”
She laughed. “We have a new puppy kit, including a DVD, that we’ll give you.”
“Do you sell crates? I was here earlier and bought puppy food and the leash and collar and things.”
“No, we don’t. The feed store here in town might have them. Otherwise, any of the big discount stores along I-90 will probably have them, unless you hit a pet store first.”
“Oh. All right.”
Twenty minutes later, Harley had his first round of shots, a dewormer, a microchip, a health certificate, flea and tick protection, heartworm prevention medication, and a cookie.
“He’s in great shape, Mr. Paulson,” Dr. Keene said. “I do strongly suggest getting a crate for him, though. It’ll make your life a lot easier. Especially in an RV.”
“Thank you.” He tucked the puppy under his arm, the paperwork, medications, and other items in a bag, and headed back toward the RV.
He hadn’t heard from Nevvie lately. He would call her to see where she was, but didn’t want to jinx his luck thus far.
When he returned to the RV, Adam jumped up from where he was reading at the table and ran to the door to greet Tyler.
“Daddy, is he okay?”
“Yes, he’s fine, son.” He set everything down on the counter. “Perfectly healthy. I can’t say how fine I’ll be after Mommy gets back and finds out.”
“I could keep hiding him for you, Daddy.”
Tyler and Andrew both burst out laughing. “While I appreciate it,” Tyler said, “that’s not very fair to Harley, now, is it?”
Adam shook his head.
“You do realize that Mommy, Poppa, and I will have to talk and decide on a punishment for you disobeying us, don’t you?”
Adam nodded.
“All right. Why don’t you take him outside for a walk?”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Adam threw his arms around Tyler’s legs in a hug before he took Harley outside. Andrew followed him.
Tyler scrubbed his face with his hands and looked at Mikey. “Anything you wish to add, young man? Are you hiding any stuffed animals in your diapers?”
Mikey grinned and laughed before slapping his hands on the table.
Chapter Ten
Nevvie spent a blissful twenty minutes browsing the tiny gallery and ended up purchasing a small bronze statue of a moose. The gallery owner smiled as she wrapped and boxed it for Nevvie. “Are you going or coming from Yellowstone?”
“Both,” Nevvie said with a laugh. “Had to run into Bozeman this morning. Heading back to Gardiner now. We’ve got an RV.”
“Oh. Family vacation, huh?”
“Yeah. And we’re not even halfway through it, yet.”
“Where you all from?”
“Florida. We’re heading to Seattle.”
The woman’s eyebrows lifted. “My, that is a long trip.”
“You’re telling me.”
With her purchase safely sitting on the front passenger floor, Nevvie headed south to Gardiner. The rest of the trip will go smoothly. Piece of cake.
She hoped.
She didn’t have any trouble locating the RV when she pulled into town. Just as Tyler said, they were parked along the fence in the public parking area along West Park Street. She pulled in behind the car hauler. Most likely, she’d have Tyler drive the SUV and she would drive the RV. Then they wouldn’t have the hassle of having to load and unload the SUV.
Nevvie grabbed her box and purse and, feeling happy and calm, walked to the RV door.
That calm dissolved when she opened the door and stepped inside.
“Mommy!” Adam squealed, throwing himself at her and nearly dislodging the box from her hands.
A little dog barked and bounced behind him.
Tyler’s expression, one of abject horror, told her more than she wanted to know. “Um, hello, pe—”
“Oh, no,” she said, her voice barely a whisper. “Don’t you dare ‘hello pet’ me. I leave you alone for a couple of hours and you get a puppy?”
“No, Mommy,” Adam said.
“Honey, Mommy needs to talk to—”
“Mommy, Daddy didn’t know about him. I got him in South Dakota.”
She blinked and looked down at him. “What?” Shock usurped her anger.
Adam nodded, his blue eyes wide. “I got him in South Dakota. At Sturgis.”
Andrew reached over and took the box from her. “Yes, Nev. It’s been quite the morning around here as well.”
Nevvie closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “Adam, please take the puppy—”
“Harley.”
She swallowed. “Please take Harley outside while I talk to Daddy.”
“Okay, Mommy.”
Andrew grabbed Mikey. “I’ll go with him.”
“Thanks, Dad.”
When they were alone in the cabin, she sat and stared at Tyler. “Well?”
“We discovered him after you left. There was a girl in South Dakota at the bike festival giving away puppies.”
She stared at him. “Two fucking days ago?” Okay, this wasn’t all on Tyler. It meant Adam had somehow snookered her, too. And Tom. And Andrew.
He nodded. “He was keeping him in his backpack and in his drawer.”
“How the hell did he hide him from us?”
“He used Mikey’s baby supplies to clean up, and was sneaking him food and water. That’s how we caught him. We saw him feeding the puppy this morning. Apparently he used the chaos we normally have with all of us here to cover his tracks.”
Nevvie had noticed Adam was unusually attached to his backpack the past couple of days, but she honestly hadn’t thought anything of it.
“But you and Dad were with him at the bike festival. How did he get the puppy?”
“Apparently when my back was turned. I told him he couldn’t have one, and made him put it back. Then he asked to go back to get the girl’s e-mail address. He must have grabbed the puppy while I wasn’t looking.”
She closed her eyes. “We can’t keep him.”
“I already told him we would.”
“What?” She stared at him incredulously. “What the hell are we going to do with a puppy? In an RV? For several more weeks?”
“Well, he was here for two days while four rather astute adults were completely oblivious. He’s obviously a very quiet dog.”
“We can’t keep him.”
“Love, I already told him we would,” Tyler repeated.
“Without talking to Tommy and me? What the hell?”
/> “Don’t worry. I did tell Adam we would be punishing him for this.”
She shook her head. “I cannot believe… Hours! I left you alone for a few hours and we have a puppy!”
“No, we already had the puppy. We just didn’t know it.”
She let out frustrated scream. “I cannot believe this. I just can’t believe it.” She sighed. “We have to get it to a vet.”
“Done.”
She stared at him. “That’s why I heard a dog barking.”
“Yes, we were at the vet’s office.”
“I see you already bought him a collar and leash.”
“Yes, this morning. And puppy food.” He pointed at the bag he’d brought back from the vet’s office. “And they gave me a new puppy information kit.”
She started to ask another question when they heard Adam screaming for them from outside. “Mommy! Daddy! Harley’s sick!”
Nevvie and Tyler stared at each other before bolting for the door.
Outside, Adam was crying. He held Harley’s leash. The puppy seemed to be acting fine and wagged his tail at them when they rushed outside. Andrew wore a squicky expression.
Adam pointed at a…truly gross looking pile of dog poo.
Tyler recoiled. “Oh…my.”
“Mommy,” Adam cried, “his poops haven’t looked like that before. He’s sick! Something’s wrong with him!”
Nevvie leaned forward for a closer look. It certainly didn’t look like any pile of dog poop she’d ever seen. “Tyler, get me a zippy bag. And bring me a baby wipe and a plastic trash bag. Where’s the vet’s office?”
“Just a few blocks away.” He headed inside and reappeared a moment later. Nevvie turned the baggy inside out, picked up the squishy pile of dog pooh, flipped it right side out, then zipped it shut. She dropped it into the trash bag, wiped her hands with the wipe, and handed the wipe to Tyler. “Get my purse from inside, please, and lock the door.”
“Where are we going?” He held the wipe pinched by a corner with two fingers.
“To the vet.” She hefted the bag. “With this.”
* * * *
Nevvie tried not to angrily mutter under her breath the entire way. It took every ounce of her being not to kick Tyler in the rear end once or twice. At the vet’s, the receptionist took the bag from Nevvie, looked inside, then laughed.
“This is from Harley?”
Tyler looked indignant. “Yes. I just had him in here, and he was pronounced healthy, aside from a few intestinal parasites. Which I was assured he was treated for. Now, this.” He pointed at the bag.
She smiled. “We gave Harley a dewormer.”
Nevvie caught on first and started laughing. “Oh.” She smacked Tyler on the arm. “You dumbass.”
“Mommy,” Adam said, holding Harley clutched to his chest and looking forlorn. “Is he going to be okay? Can they fix him?”
Harley’s tail wagged nonstop.
“Your puppy is fine,” the receptionist reassured him. “We gave him medicine to get rid of his worms.” She held up the bag. “It did his job. He’ll be fine. This is a normal reaction. His tummy is getting rid of the worms.”
Tyler looked stunned, then started laughing. “Oh. Right.” He looked at Nevvie with a sheepish smile. “Sorry, love.”
Nevvie shook her head. “I’m sorry we bothered you.”
The receptionist laughed. “Don’t worry. You’re not the first customer to freak out like that. Been a while since you had a dog, huh?”
She nodded. “He’s our first.” She looked at Tyler and smacked his arm again. “Idiot.” She looked down at Adam. “And someone will be doing a lot of chores to make up for sneaking him into the RV.”
Adam nodded eagerly as he hugged Harley to him. “I promise, Mommy.”
“Did you find a crate?” the receptionist asked.
“A what?” Nevvie asked.
“Oh,” Tyler said, “that’s right. We need to purchase a crate. They said the feed store might have them.”
“Crap, Ty. I was just in Livingston. I could have got one there.” She was quickly wanting to strangle him again.
“Sorry, love. I thought it best to wait to tell you.”
Nevvie got directions to the feed store. Fortunately, they had crates for sale. Unfortunately, the smallest one they had was for a larger dog. Nevvie paid for it and pointed at Tyler. “You get to carry it. Lucky for you it’s collapsible.”
Andrew laughed. She looked at him. “You couldn’t have called me and given me a heads-up, Dad?”
He smiled and shifted Mikey on his hip. “No. I wasn’t about to get in the middle of this. I’m trying to stay on your good side.”
By the time they returned to the RV, Nevvie reluctantly admitted she was already attached to the little dog. While Tyler and Adam figured out how to set the crate up, Nevvie went to change Mikey. Andrew joined her.
“Are you all right, love?”
She glared at him. “I suppose. I guess I should just be thankful he didn’t crash the RV or forget to put the awning up.”
Andrew coughed.
“Oh, no. What’d he do?”
“Well, fortunately, the nice man who helped him with the trailer pointed out that the awning was still down and helped him put it up. But he did fill the water tank and empty the dump tank.”
Nevvie didn’t want to think about it. She was worried about Pete, trying not to explode at Tyler worse than she already had, and thankful she didn’t find the RV a smoking pile of ash upon her return.
“It will get better, love,” he assured her.
“I hope so. It can’t get much worse.”
Chapter Eleven
With the generator going to run the air-conditioner, and with Harley safely stowed in his new crate with a towel for bedding, Nevvie and her brood headed out to explore Park Street.
“You realize there’s some more retail therapy in my future, right, Ty?” she asked him. “I think the moose statue I just bought is only the tip of the iceberg.”
He nodded. “I totally understand, love. You’ve more than earned it.”
“Good. Glad we’re on the same page.”
They spent an hour browsing through the stores before settling on a restaurant to eat lunch. While they were waiting for their orders of buffalo burgers, Tyler consulted his phone, where he kept a copy of their itinerary. “It should take us less than an hour to get into the park and to the Mammoth campground. We’ll spend tonight there, then on to the campground at Fishing Bridge late tomorrow. From there, we will explore the park by car for the next week.”
“Thank god,” Nevvie said. “It’ll feel like settling down for a change. I’m so sick of being on the road.” At Tyler’s hurt look, she quickly added, “Yes, this has been fun, but even you have to admit it’s been grueling. Not to mention the unexpected surprise.” She tipped her head toward Adam.
“I will concede that point, love.”
Back at the RV, Nevvie took charge while Andrew took Adam outside so he could walk the puppy one more time before they departed. “Tyler, you are not driving this RV in Yellowstone. Do I make myself clear?”
He nodded. “Crystal, love.”
“Good. I don’t feel like loading the car again just to have to unload it inside the park. You’re going to follow me in the car.”
“Yes, love.”
She let out a sigh and reached to him for a hug. “I’m sorry I’m being a bitch,” she mumbled against his shoulder. “I’m just really worried about Pete.”
“You’re not being a bitch, darling. Believe me, I understand how stressful this all is. I’m worried about him, too. I’m sorry this trip hasn’t been perfect.”
She let out a harsh laugh. “That’s the understatement of the year.” She looked up at him. “And it doesn’t have to be perfect. All that matters is that we get you to Seattle one way or another so you make the book fair. Don’t worry about perfection.”
“I’ll do my best.”
Andrew returned wit
h Adam. “I believe we’re all set.”
“Did he go?” Nevvie asked.
“Oh, yes. I disposed of it in the public garbage can out there.”
“I put it in the bag myself, Momma,” Adam proudly announced. “Grandpa showed me the trick you did with flipping the bag inside out.”
Nevvie took the puppy from him. “Good. Go wash your hands.” She put Harley in his crate and looked up at Tyler. “Add more hand sanitizer and baby wipes to the shopping list.”
“Right. As a matter of fact, I’ll go get them now and gas up the car before we head into the park.”
Nevvie crooked her finger at Tyler. When he approached, she kissed him. “Thank you.”
He smiled. “You’re welcome, love.”
* * * *
Tom called Eddie for an update on Pete’s condition during his layover at the Minneapolis airport. He was out of surgery and in recovery, but they expected him to be in the ICU for several days, at least.
Eddie sounded heartbroken. “I should have made him go to the doctor,” he said. “I feel so guilty.”
“Eddie, you know how Pete is,” Tom said, trying to soothe him. “He’s stubborn. You’re not psychic. Just hang on. I should be getting into Tampa around eight tonight local time.”
“I’m so sorry you had to cut your vacation short for us, Tom.”
“Stop it. You’re family, and that’s all there is to it.”
“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate this.”
“Don’t worry about it. Hang in there, and I’ll see you in a few hours.” Tom hung up and returned his phone to his pocket. He wouldn’t try calling Nevvie yet. No doubt she had her hands full with Tyler and the kids. If there was an emergency, she would have texted him.
He fingered the silver chain, with its matching lock, that he always wore around his neck. The one they’d put on him during his recovery, when he finally got his head wrenched on straight. He felt guilty leaving them in Yellowstone. He’d miss seeing the park with them, yes, but even more, he felt bad about shoveling the bulk of handling Tyler onto Nevvie’s shoulders.
He also felt guilty for not being there to protect Tyler from Nevvie when he invariably got on her last nerve and set her off. He smiled. Tyler would probably deserve it, the same way he deserved her ire over leaving her and Andrew behind in Mitchell.
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