Falling for His Best Friend
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He was still there. The cock-eared mutt that had been following him from his rented accommodation, along the coastal path to the Bronte Baths and back since he’d arrived in Sydney a week ago.
A reject from former tenants?
There were no tags, no chips. Nothing to identify him or his owners.
It shocked him that he’d cared enough to take the dog to a vet the day before.
At least it proved there was still a heart thumping away in his chest, doing more than was mechanically required.
He huffed out a mirthless laugh.
Or was it just proof that he desperately needed one soul in his life who wasn’t judging him? Who still wanted his company?
He winced away the thought. That wasn’t fair. After over a decade of virtually no contact, Maggie hadn’t merely agreed to meet up with him tomorrow night. She’d found him a job at her paramedic station. She’d gone above and beyond the call of a long-ago friendship.
The memory of her bright green eyes softened the hard set of his jaw.
From what she’d said in her emails, the under-staffed ambulance station sounded like a non-stop grind. Perhaps, at long last, this would be the beginning of the healing he’d been seeking, after eighteen months on the run from the pain he’d caused.
He certainly didn’t trust himself on a surgical ward. Not yet, anyway. Perhaps never.
“Allons-y, Monster.” He tipped his head towards the street and the dog quickly met his long-stride pace. “Let’s see if we can find you some supper.”
Copyright © 2018 by Annie O’Neil
ISBN-13: 9781488079535
Falling for His Best Friend
First North American Publication 2018
Copyright © 2018 by Emily Forbes
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