Chapter 182: Dawson

After a sleepless night on a bed made out of what he'd swear was plywood and rocks, Dawson headed over to the house bright and early. He was never one to sleep in much, but with the promise of being able to spend the day with Tommy and Chloe, he couldn't fathom sleeping another moment.

You're only spending the day with Tommy. Don't get your hopes up for something more than that.

He turned down the long, dirt road, the bumps in the road as jarring as his thoughts. The sun was peeking over the horizon, sending long beams of golden light into the sky, almost as if nature was welcoming him to Chloe's place.

Not her place – the vet's place. Don't forget that. For all you know, they're dating. And if yesterday was anything to judge by, you're not going to find out the truth about that relationship for quite some time, if ever.

His gut tightened at the thought. He grimly wished for his gay, wizened old vet that he'd imagined in his mind when Chloe had been describing him. If only...