Chapter 5

Logan’s own dog, Bailey, was at the clinic every day, too, because he couldn’t leave him at the hotel, but he left with him each night. Logan couldn’t wait to move into his new home. He hoped the coming snow didn’t delay the moving van tomorrow. He was anxious to finally get settled. Living out of a hotel was getting old.

“Logan?” Andrea stood watching him.

He shook his head, scattering his thoughts. “Sorry. So, closing early?”

Her eyes sparkled and she smiled. “No argument from me. I’m ready to get out of here!”

“Big plans tonight?”

She grinned and did a little standing-in-place kind of jig. “Yes. Me. Sherry. A bottle of wine. Pizza. And we’re going to binge on Doris Day movies.”

He laughed. He’d been working at the clinic only for a couple of weeks, but he’d already come to think of Andrea as a friend. She was warm and honest and passionately loved the animals.

She picked up a couple of fortune cookies from her desk. “We never ate these after lunch. Want one?”