Chapter 196: Adam

Adam's eyes skimmed over Kylie, taking in her appearance. She'd come dressed in jeans, a sweatshirt, her hair pulled back in a ponytail, and tennis shoes.

In other words, she came ready to work in a vet office.

He appreciated that. If she'd come in high heels and nylons, he would've sent her packing on the spot. He didn't have time for that kind of bullshit. He dealt with enough shit – real shit – on a daily basis. A girl who spent more time primping than working wasn't gonna cut it.

But speaking of not cutting it, she also wasn't anywhere near 50 years old. Hell, she probably wasn't even 25. He tried to remember when the VanLueven girl had graduated from high school, but after a while, that sort of thing just blended together. Too many teenagers and kids and infants to keep track of.