Montana Vet. Ann Roth

checked his watch. “I do if we get the job done in under twenty minutes. Where do you want to do this?”

      “It’s nice today. How about outside.”

      Seth nodded and glanced around the little hut. “Is that a dog tub in the corner?”

      “It is.”

      After adding shampoo, a sponge and several towels to the heavy tub, Emily dragged it toward the door. Seth refastened the muzzle on the dog, slipped a leash around her neck and followed.

      This morning, autumn seemed months away. Birds chirped happily and the air was warm. Squinting against the light, Emily zipped up her smock.

      The dog fought her bath with everything she had, and despite the protective smock, Emily was soon soaked through. Ten minutes later, the animal was shampooed and rinsed, toweled dry and back in her clean cage.

      Emily removed the useless smock. Even her head was wet. Seth’s, too. His short, dark brown hair looked almost black, and drops of water glistened like crystals. When he removed his sodden lab coat, she saw that he was every bit as wet as she was.

      “We both look like drowned rats,” she said, laughing.

      Shaking his head and chuckling, he grabbed two towels from the dwindling stack on the shelf and tossed one to her.

      Watching him towel off, even fully clothed, was mesmerizing. His wet shirt clung to his flat belly, and the muscles in his arms flexed while he rubbed the water from his hair. He caught her gaping at him. His eyes warmed and a smile hovered around his mouth.

      Her face hot, Emily put the bath supplies away. Seth hunkered down in front of the dog’s cage, where the newcomer was devouring half a bowl of food with the pill embedded.

      “Feeling better, huh, girl?” he asked, when she finished the meal.

      The dog angled her head at Seth, then, to Emily’s amazement, licked his hand.

      After spending less than an hour with him, some of it in a bath, no less, she’d decided to trust him.

      Emily was impressed, and if she were honest with herself, just as smitten. Clearly, Seth understood and liked dogs, which elevated him ten notches on her admiration scale. She could so develop a crush on this man—if she was in the market. Which she wasn’t.

      “What kind of dog do you have, Seth?” she asked.

      “None right now. A couple months before I moved back here, Rollie, my black lab, died of old age.”

      “Why don’t you get another one?” she asked, stuffing her smock and the wet towels into a plastic bag to be laundered. “Would you like me to wash your lab coat?”

      “No, thanks. I’ll get a new dog when life settles down and I have time.” He put the muzzle away. “At the moment, my hands are full—both with getting the business going and with Taylor.” A pained expression crossed his face.

      “Is everything okay?” Emily asked.

      “I wouldn’t know.” He balled up his wet lab coat. “She only speaks to me when she has to, and then it’s one or two words. This morning, she almost bit my head off. She wanted to come with me, but I made her go to school instead. Now I’m regretting that. This would’ve been just as educational.”

      “You can bring her with you another time. I’m sorry she’s so difficult.”

      “Hey, it’s not your problem.”

      No, but Emily wished she could help. “When you and Taylor are ready for a new dog, don’t forget The Wagging Tail,” she said.

      “I won’t.” He checked his watch. “I should go.”

      She nodded and they left the quarantine hut.

      * * *

      AS EMILY SAUNTERED beside Seth toward his pickup, he tried hard to keep his eyes off her chest and on her face. Trouble was, her off-white blouse was wet and almost transparent. He could see the pink lace on her bra, and her rosy, perky nipples.

      A certain part of him woke up and stirred. He willed his body to behave.

      As his renegade eyes darted to her breasts again, she glanced down at herself. Blushing, she hugged the bag of wet towels to her chest.

      They were a few yards from the truck when a silver Ford sedan pulled up. A plump, fifty-something woman exited the car.

      “That’s Mrs. Oakes,” Emily said. “She manages the office.”

      “Good morning, Emily,” the woman said with a curious look. “Who’s this?”

      “Mrs. Oakes, meet Dr. Seth Pettit, our new vet.”

      Seth flashed a smile. “Nice to meet you.”

      “And you, as well.” She fluttered lashes thick with mascara. “Welcome to our little corner of making the world a better place. By the look of you both, I can see that we’ve taken in a new dog who didn’t care for his bath.”

      Seth glanced down at his wet shirt and realized he looked like he’d been hit with a water balloon. He was just as soaked as Emily, but on her, wet looked seriously good.

      Emily nodded. “She has mange and God knows what else. For now, she’ll be staying in quarantine. Oh, and the Tatse should be here this morning to take the red setter.”

      “It’s about time. I’ll keep an eye out for them.” Mrs. Oakes gave Seth a warm smile before aiming a sly look at Emily. “Emily could toss that shirt in the dryer for you, and give you a cup of coffee while you wait for it.”

      Both sounded good, but he’d already been there longer than planned. “I appreciate the offer, but I need to go. Nice meeting you, Mrs. Oakes.”

      “You, as well. I look forward to your next visit, and I’m sure Emily does, too.” With a flirty toss of her short brown hair, she sashayed toward the building and disappeared inside.

      “Was she flirting with me, or trying to push you and me together?” he asked, shaking his head.

      “Both. Her husband left her last year, and she’s hungry to meet a new one.”

      Seth chuckled. “Besides the fact that I’m about twenty years too young for her, I have too much on my plate to date right now. Why would she want to push us together?”

      “Because she thinks I should get married.” Emily rolled her eyes.

      “You’re single, then?”

      “Yes, and I like it that way.”

      Seth absorbed this with interest. He wondered why she preferred to be alone. Not that her love life was any of his business. “I can’t believe a woman like you isn’t with someone,” he said.

      “A woman like me?” She looked puzzled.

      “You’re beautiful, smart and passionate about your work. Any man would be lucky to be with you.”

      Another telltale blush colored her face. “I am dedicated,” she agreed, brushing off the compliments.

      Making him wonder again. Did she not realize how extraordinary she was? He barely knew her, but he knew enough to appreciate her commitment and passion for the animals she cared for.

      “So you’re not dating anyone?” he asked, because he wanted to know.

      “Between running the shelter and managing my web business, I don’t have time.”

      Her eyes were a pretty light blue, the same color as the early morning sky. A man could get lost in them. “Lack of time—something we have in common,” he said, and to his own ears his voice sounded a shade huskier than normal.

      She hugged the bag of wet towels closer. “Tell Taylor that I look forward to seeing her on Monday.”

      “Will do.