Single Kid Seeks Dad. Linda Wisdom Randall

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      “Nah, I finished up a couple years ago. Logan gave me a real job here. It helps pay my college expenses.”

      “Gwen said someone else works here, too,” Nick said.

      “That’s Jeremy. We work a rotating schedule. You’ll meet him tomorrow.”

      Nick stared warily at a black-and-tan rottweiler sitting docilely by the gate. “Is he friendly?”

      “That’s Ginger and she’s a sweetheart, aren’t you, baby?” Kristi cooed to the dog as she opened the run. The dog stood up and greeted her with a slobbering kiss.

      LOGAN REMAINED out of sight for a few minutes to see how the two got along. He’d had problems in the past when either Kristi didn’t like her new helper or the helper wasn’t too sure he or she could get along with a young woman who looked as if she just stepped out of a Goth club. Despite her tough exterior, Logan knew that Kristi had a true heart of gold.

      He heard Nick speaking to the dogs in a low voice that didn’t show any of the trepidation he’d first shown. He gave the kid credit for not flinching at the prospect of dirty work. He knew Kristi would find a way to make the tasks dirtier than usual. She claimed they might as well find out right off the bat that it wasn’t easy. Seeing that the two were getting along fine, Logan went up front and stopped by the desk.

      “Brenda, do me a favor. Would you let me know when Nick’s mother shows up?”

      The receptionist nodded.

      Logan might not feel he needed another helper, but he might as well take advantage of the situation to see Lucy again.

      LUCY PULLED INTO the clinic parking lot promptly at six. She noted a large sage-green SUV parked along the side of the building with a small compact car and a motorcycle parked next to it. When she stepped inside the building, the receptionist was on the phone. She waved her in.

      “Go on back,” she mouthed.

      Lucy hesitated.

      The receptionist covered the mouthpiece with her hand.

      “It’s okay. Just go all the way down the hallway to the end door. That leads to the kennels.” She returned to her phone call.

      Lucy kept an eye out for Logan as she made her way down the hallway to the rear door. The first thing she heard when she entered the shelter area was her son’s laughter accompanied by a low, rumbling male voice that sent a shiver along her spine. She remembered that voice only too well. The last time she’d heard it had been at a barbecue at the Walker house. Not that she had a problem with the voice. Low-pitched with a slight rumble to it, it was the kind of voice that seduced a woman into feeling safe and cared for, two things Lucy didn’t believe most men could accomplish. No, it wasn’t the voice she was worried about. It was the owner of the voice that prompted her to keep her guard up.

      She started to back out through the door, but the two noticed her before she could make her escape.

      “Hey, Mom!” Nick called out.

      Lucy stared at the dirt-covered lump that had called her Mom. He looked as if he’d rolled in the dirt. She doubted she’d find one inch on him that wasn’t filthy.

      “What on earth did you do?” She didn’t think there was enough soap in the world to get him clean again. “Or should I say how much earth did you get on you?”

      “Hello, Lucy,” Logan said, looking cleaner than Nick but not by much.

      She ignored the tingle starting in the pit of her stomach at the sight of his welcoming grin and brown eyes dusted with gold. “Hello, Logan. I hope Nick did an acceptable job today.”

      He looked more amused than put off by her formal tone. “He did fine. For a kid not used to dogs, he handled the pack without any problems.”

      “Pack?”

      He gestured to the kennels. “I guess you could call these guys my pack.”

      Just then a young woman came out back. She stuck out her hand and said, “The kid did great. Hi, I’m Kristi.”

      “Kristi’s in charge back here,” Logan explained. “She and Jeremy keep things humming.”

      Lucy silently prayed that Nick wouldn’t get the idea that a tattoo or body piercing was a good idea. It had taken a couple months for his self-drawn tattoo, courtesy of a semi-permanent ink marker, to wear off. She’d made him wear long-sleeved shirts any time he had to leave the house.

      Her gaze skipped from one kennel to another. It seemed they were all filled with large dogs. Didn’t anyone have a Chihuahua out here in Southern California’s Riverside County?

      “I cleaned all the dog runs then took the dogs out to this fenced area in the back where I can run with them,” Nick explained with enthusiasm. “It’s really cool!”

      “And did you also roll in the dirt with them?” She indicated his dirty clothing.

      He looked down. “I guess this is why you had me wear old clothes, huh?”

      Lucy turned to Logan. “He’s safe being alone with these animals?”

      “No one’s been bitten yet. And I guess Nick’s had his shots so the animals are protected.” He blew out a low breath. “It’s a joke, Lucy.”

      “Yes, I gathered that.” She mentally hated herself for acting so stiff but couldn’t seem to stop herself.

      “I have to clean up first,” Nick told her.

      “Use the antiseptic soap,” Kristi reminded him.

      Nick nodded as he loped off.

      “He’s not a typical juvenile delinquent,” Lucy stated almost defiantly.

      “I never thought he was,” Logan replied mildly. “I read the judge’s report, Lucy. It sounds like Nick has a knack with computers that will give Bill Gates a run for his money in a few years. I think the judge wants Nick to see a different side of life so he uses his skills only for good and not evil. Another joke.”

      “I know that! He’s on the basketball team at school.” Now she sounded defensive. “And he’s worked on cars with Lou Walker since we moved here. He just has too much imagination and sometimes does something before thinking of what his actions might cause.”

      “And what have you done since you moved here?”

      “I’ve taken kind of a sabbatical from my travel agent job in order to get my house in order. It’s not an easy task,” she replied.

      “That’s right, your other house was crashed into or something.”

      “The engine landed ahead of the jet,” she said dryly. “Unfortunately, it landed inside my house. Luckily, the jet didn’t.”

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