Название: Tennessee Rescue
Автор: Carolyn McSparren
Издательство: HarperCollins
Жанр: Современные любовные романы
isbn: 9781474084666
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Emma’s day was imploding fast. She’d intended to set up her workspace, start sending out résumés and make some telephone calls to friends and former colleagues. Networking always worked better than cold calls. At this point she wasn’t looking for a position that paid as well or carried as much prestige as her job with Nathan. Just some way to pay the bills without borrowing money from her dad.
Barbara slid out of the banquette, dropped a couple of dollars on the table for Velma and went off to pay her bill at the front.
Seeing Barbara’s clinic and her animals sounded like a bunch more fun than résumés. She’d work on those this afternoon while the babies were napping.
Several people nodded to her as they walked up to the cash register, but no one actually spoke. They obviously knew who she was...heck, they probably knew her shoe size. She didn’t dawdle over her breakfast. The babies were waiting for their breakfast, too.
At home, she was astonished by how fast they were gaining control of their legs. They marched around their playpen like animated stuffed toys and squeaked at her for not meeting their needs earlier. She fed them, cleaned them and their playpen, then went out to call on Barbara with a couple of pats on the head for each one before she left. Peony stood on her hind legs and begged to be picked up, but Emma hardened her heart. “Later, little child. I promise I’ll love on you.”
She’d been aware of the vet clinic, but she’d never had a reason to stop there.
The clinic building looked as though it had started life as a fancy pole barn and been converted to a business with real walls sometime later. Emma was surprised that the waiting room was empty, without even a receptionist behind the desk. Barbara had said she had no help at the moment, but Emma hadn’t realized that no help meant exactly that. Maybe her receptionist was off for some reason or worked only part-time. From down the hall Barbara’s voice called, “Emma, come on back, unless you faint at the sight of blood.”
Lovely. Just what she needed after a big breakfast. Still, she followed Barbara’s voice through an open door halfway down the hall.
Inside, in her signature electric-blue scrubs, Barbara stood over an unconscious tricolored hound with a four-inch gash along its flank. The flank had been shaved, and bits of hair stuck to the globs of blood that had run from the wound onto the table.
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