Chapter 9

“What about you?” he asked. “Have you always enjoyed grooming animals? Is it your dream job?”

“I don’t know if it’s my dreamjob, but I’ve always been drawn to them. My sister and I also had pets growing up. In fact, you might even remember Trixie. She came by the shelter a while ago and adopted a beagle—Macy’s her name.”

“I remember Macy. Smart dog. As for your sister…short brown hair, golden brown eyes, lots of personality?”

“That’s her.”

“She had a baby in a stroller—”

“My nephew, Timothy. He’s a year old now.”

“Right. So you’ve always loved animals. How did you become a groomer?”

“I started out on the floor at the pet store when I was nineteen, and became interested in grooming. I got certified and the rest is history.”

“Boyfriends?” he asked, tentatively.

Before I could answer, our food came. I waited until we’d settled in a bit before I continued.