Shelter of Hope. Margaret Daley

for them.” She moved to the Mustang’s back door and opened it. “Someone hit her. Please help.”

      As the woman stepped back, Nathan leaned in and examined the dog. “I’ll try, but it doesn’t look good.”

       Chapter Three

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      Biting on her thumbnail, Susan paced outside the small building next to the barn where Nathan cared for the animals when they needed medical help. She checked her watch for probably the twentieth time in the past hour. Still no word if the dog would make it or not.

       Lord, she’s in Your hands. Please heal her.

      That was all she could do, because she was too chicken to go in and look for herself. She was thankful Nathan had insisted she stay in the waiting room while he did what he could to fix the dog. She’d readily agreed because she couldn’t stand seeing an animal hurting. The dog’s whimpers from the backseat on the way to the farm had produced so many tears that she’d nearly missed the turn into the place.

      “Daddy is the best. He’ll take care of her.” The girl who’d introduced herself as Carly, the vet’s daughter, sat on a bale of hay stacked against the barn, holding a white cat and stroking it.

      “Her hind leg was messed up bad.” Susan glanced down at her shirt and slacks, stained with the dog’s blood.

      “That happened with another dog we had, but Daddy fixed her right up. He can heal anything.”

      The door opened, and Nathan stepped outside. Nothing in his expression gave away the prognosis of the animal until his dark-chocolate eyes connected with hers. A softening in them eased the tension in Susan, and she came to a stop a few feet from him.

      “She’ll be okay?” Susan asked, unable to look away from the kindness in his gaze. It lit his whole face, especially when his eyes fell on his daughter.

      “I think so. I’ll know more after twenty-four hours. I’ve set her leg. Now we wait.”

      “I’m not very good at waiting.”

      “I’m not, either.” Carly hopped off the hay bale and placed the cat on the ground. “Can I see her now?”

      “Sure, pumpkin. I’ve given her something, so she’s sleeping.” As his daughter hurried inside, he swung his attention to Susan. “You can see her, too. It won’t be as hard on you now. She’s been cleaned up.”

      In that second, a connection that surprised her formed between them; he understood how she felt about being around hurting animals. “I don’t know how you do your job.”

      “There have been times it’s gotten to me, but someone needs to help them when they’re in pain.” He quirked a smile. “I decided to be one of those someones. Taking in strays has been a great way to use the family farm, since I couldn’t see me being a farmer. I can’t keep a house plant alive.”

      “Now, that I can do. My apartment is like stepping into a greenhouse.” Susan studied Nathan, sensing a sadness about him, as if he’d forgotten how to enjoy life. Maybe it was time to talk to Kim. Find out a little about her cousin.

      He backed up and opened the door. “I promise she isn’t hurting right now. Do you have a pet?”

      “I did. A cat. He went missing in the hurricane. I never found him. I tried…” Susan’s throat closed. Memories of searching for Harley—short for Harlequin, because he was black and white—inundated her.

      “And you haven’t gotten a new pet yet? I’m always looking for new owners.”

      She shook her head, and suddenly she couldn’t keep the tears back.

       Chapter Four

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      When he saw her tears, Nathan covered the space between them. Wanting to comfort but not sure how. “I understand. Loss takes something from you. There have been a lot of losses this past year for the people of Hope.”

      Would his life ever feel normal? He wasn’t the only person asking that question in town, but if it hadn’t been for his daughter, he wasn’t sure what he would have done after his wife died. Though taking in all the stray animals had helped appease some of the guilt.

      “How can someone hit an animal and not even stop to check how badly it’s hurt?”

      “You saw it happen?”

      She nodded, wiping her eyes. “Really, I don’t cry much.”

      “If I’d seen the person drive away, I’d have probably gone after him. Your way was better, though, because the dog got help immediately.” He was trying to remember what he knew about Zane’s secretary. He’d been at a few gatherings that she’d attended, but he usually didn’t stay long at those things. He had his hands full being a single dad and taking care of so many animals—his own zoo. This past year there had been little time for anything social. Which was exactly the way he liked it. If he kept himself busy, he didn’t have time to think about the past.

      “I couldn’t even get a license-plate number. It was covered with mud. Very convenient, if you ask me.”

      “Daddy!”

      When he heard Carly’s shout, he whirled around and rushed inside. “What’s wrong?”

      “She moved. I think she’s waking up.” Carly pointed at the black-and-white dog, perfectly still. “Really, she did.”

      “Probably a nervous twitch.” Nathan clasped his daughter’s shoulder. “She isn’t going to wake up for a while. In fact, if I remember correctly, a little girl about six years old has a room that needs to be cleaned up.”

      “I’m not little no more. I’m gonna be seven real soon.”

      “Big girls clean up their rooms, too.” His daughter’s idea of cleaning up was sticking everything under the bed or into the closet.

      Carly’s mouth twisted in a pensive expression, and she cocked her head to the side. “Do you have to clean up your room, Miss Fayard?”

      “If I didn’t, I would never find anything I needed.”

      His daughter tapped her chin with her forefinger. “Mmm. You know, I’ve been looking for my stuffed monkey. I wonder…” She didn’t finish her statement but flew out of the building and raced toward the house.

      “I think she knows where her monkey is,” Susan said with a laugh.

      “I hope so. If I’d let her, she would live in a state of disarray all the time. And I can hardly get her to bed without that monkey.”

      “I wish you the best with that battle.” Susan opened her purse slung over her shoulder and dug around inside it. She produced a piece of paper—the back of a sales receipt—and wrote a series of numbers on it. “This is my cell number. Please call me if there’s a turn for the worse. Otherwise, I’ll be back out here tomorrow after church.”

      His mouth dropped open. “But you don’t even know the dog. Are you sure you want to get involved so much?”

       Chapter Five

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      Susan stared at the dog lying on the table—injured, defenseless and, from the looks of her thin body, homeless. Susan was a cat person. She’d never thought of having a dog. At least she could make sure the dog found a good home. It was her responsibility, not Nathan Grayson’s. “I helped save her life. I can’t abandon her. I’ll be here at one.”

      He took a card from his wallet. “This is how you can get a hold of me if you need to cancel, or if you have questions.”

      She