Page 23 of Forget That Guy
“What’s wrong with him?” Denver asked.
“He’s starving,” I admitted. “He’s fed every couple of hours, but I hadn’t gotten a chance to get him fed before you got here.”
I kept working, my eyes on the work I was doing.
Greta was going to make it.
That I knew.
But she’d be sore and stiff for a while yet.
I don’t know when Boone finally got there, but when I got done with Greta, I had an extra set of hands to get her put into a kennel where she could rouse herself from the sedation.
When I got done and washed up, my back was already aching.
Oh, and all of my pastries were eaten.
“Denver’s gone to the store to replace them all,” the front desk worker, Rhett, said. “We didn’t realize you hadn’t eaten yet. We’re really sorry.”
“He’s going to get you another coffee, too.”
My brows rose. “Why? It would’ve kept.”
I was mad that he’d thought to replace it, to be honest.
I wasn’t sure why, but I didn’t feel like it was any of his business whether my coffee was hot or not.
“It would’ve,” Boone agreed. “But Froto got excited when Denver was feeding him and knocked it to the ground.”
“Oh,” I grumbled, the anger leeching out of my sails.
Just as I said that, the front door opened and Denver came through, carrying my drink and another box of pastries.
I crossed my arms over my chest and watched him come toward me, not sure how to feel.
He set everything on the counter between us and asked, “Greta?”
“She’ll make it.” I eyed my drink. “Thanks.”
“My fault for knocking it over,” he said, not bothering to tell me how it’d gotten knocked over. “I’m sorry they ate your food, too. Got some replacements.”
I nodded. “Thanks.”
“Least I could do,” he admitted.
“She’ll be fine,” I said. “You can come back later and probably pick her up. Was a lot of bluster, but I bet she’ll recover better at home.”
“Okay, Quad Shot.” He grinned.
I wasn’t sure how I felt about a nickname coming out of Denver’s mouth aimed my way.
But I decided not to be too angry about it.
Mostly because he looked relieved that his dog would be okay, and I would allow him a pass seeing as he’d had a hard morning.
After he left, I got changed into some scrubs and got to work.
I didn’t get a chance to check my email until midday.
