Page 71 of Forget That Guy
She nodded her head, but she looked so fuckin’ lost in that moment that I couldn’t have stopped myself if I tried.
Placing everything on the dresser next to the bed, I dropped down to my knees at the bottom of the bed, then reached for her.
The moment she understood what I was doing, what I was willing to give, she threw herself at me.
The sobs that left her throat…
Nothing could ever fix this for her.
But I’d be damned if I didn’t at least try.
SEVENTEEN
Boyardeez titties sweaty.
—Holly to Nettie
HOLLY
There were so many dogs in the building that one would think that it would be loud.
It wasn’t loud, though.
And this was only a third of the dogs that had been at the dog fight.
The other two-thirds had been split between two other clinics.
We’d split up the critical, and now it was five o’clock in the morning and we hadn’t stopped to rest once.
“He’s aggressive,” I said softly.
Maybe too aggressive.
“This makes my blood boil,” Nettie growled.
“If I could light every one of those motherfuckers on fire that had been there last night, I would happily do it. I’d enjoy watching them scream,” I hissed.
Boone didn’t agree, but we all knew that he was just as angry as the rest of us.
“Charlene,” Boone said softly. “Cover his cage up with a blanket. He looks mostly stable from what I can tell. Maybe if we give him some time to calm down…”
Charlene went toward the cage with a blanket and the dog instantly calmed.
“Oh,” Charlene said in surprise.
“Oh’s right,” Boone hummed. “Let me step out. See how he acts when I’m gone.”
Boone stepped out to the hallway, out of sight but not gone completely, and almost all of the dogs in the room calmed.
“Whoa,” I said. “It’s men.”
“Men suck!” Nettie called out.
“That’s not what you were saying last night,” Boone called out.
The dog started to growl again upon hearing his voice.
“Charlene,” I said. “Can you reach him enough from where he’s pressed against the cage right there to inject him with some meds? If we can get him calmed down, we can check him out.”
