SOMETHING CHIMED THROUGH the house and interrupted Dan’s carb-guesstimate tally for Ben’s day. The sound chimed again. Not shrill enough for a fire alarm. Not piercing like a siren.
“That’s the doorbell,” Ben yelled. His feet smacked against the hardwood floor. “I’ll see who’s here.”
Dan sliced Ben’s sandwich in two, dropped the knife in the sink and rushed to intercept Ben. Dan hadn’t recognized the doorbell—no surprise. No one ever used it. Their visitors consisted of Ava, who already had a key, and the postman, who left any packages hidden behind the chairs on the front porch. Their neighbors were friendly but distant. With a big extended family spread over several blocks, folks never walked over to borrow an egg or cup of sugar.
And no one came over at 7:30 a.m. Ten minutes before Dan had to leave to drop Ben off at school.
Ben peered through the window beside the front door and jumped up and down. “It’s Brooke and Luna.”
Brooke. Dan yanked open the door. His gaze tracked from her head—her hair neatly in place, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes lively and bright—to her purple Pampered Pooch shirt, which was wrinkle- and stain-free. Same for her black yoga pants and worn tennis shoes. A quick scan of Luna—the dog’s tongue lolled from the side of her mouth as usual—signaled all was well.
If his breath came easier, it had nothing to do with Brooke’s well-being. He searched deep inside himself, trying to force his frustration to the front. He should be irritated at her unexpected arrival. He should tell Brooke that they were leaving. And then he should leave. Without her.
Instead, something almost cheerful filled his greeting, as if her visit was the highlight of his day.
Brooke skipped over her reply. “Sorry to bother you guys so early.”
This wasn’t a morning conversation or invitation to coffee. Not that he wanted to have coffee and conversations with Brooke. He wanted to get on with his day, as he’d planned it. Without Brooke. “We’re about to leave for school.”
Brooke twisted Luna’s dog leash. “I’ll be quick.”
Dan narrowed his eyes. Nothing, in his experience, was ever quick. Not doctor’s appointments. Or short lines at the grocery store. Or school projects.
The school-committee chairs liked to call and ask for Dan’s assistance on quick projects. Those projects turned into an entire day building the backdrop for the school play or a dunking booth for a school fund-raiser. Still, he had to admit the dunking booth had been fun to construct and raised quite a bit of money at the Spring Festival, and the students already begged to use it again at the Fall Festival at the end of the month.
Ben looked up from where he was kneeling beside Luna. “We have time. Dad drops me off really, really early.”
“Punctuality is a life skill.” Dan lifted his eyebrows and he stared at his son. “You don’t want to make a habit of being late. You’ll miss too much of your life.”
Ben buried his head in Luna’s neck, but not before Dan caught his drawn-out eye roll. Dan smoothed out his smile and concentrated on Brooke. Her purple headband held the dark strands away from her face and emphasized her round deep brown eyes. Eyes he could fall into if he wasn’t careful and alert.
Brooke spoke, her voice hesitant. “Sophie called this morning.”
Dan pulled back. “Is Archie okay?”
Brooke blinked and focused on him. “He’s stable but Dr. Porter needs to keep Archie at least another night. Sophie called about Rex.”
Dan stumbled over his relief for a cat. Who was Rex? He had an image of a dog curled in the back of the kennel, more eyes than body.
Ben jumped up, worry flashing across his face. “What happened to Rex?”
“He isn’t doing well.” Brooke touched Ben’s shoulder. “Sophie had several more arrivals last night. Dr. Porter and Sophie think Rex needs to be someplace quieter, where he’ll feel safe.”
“He’ll feel safe here.” Confidence puffed Ben’s chest out.
Ben’s absolute certainty softened Dan. That was all he’d ever wanted to give Ben: a safe home. One without chaos. One with stability and love.
Brooke shifted to look at Dan.
Again, her dark brown gaze pulled him in. Her wide soulful eyes called to him. Made him want to learn everything about her. Made him want...
But he already knew her flaw: she was a rescuer. She’d take in more and more pets. Turn his rental unit into its own boardinghouse. And Dan would let her. It was her eyes that would convince him.
Yet Brooke was not a complication he wanted in their lives. She’d distract him. And that could put Ben in danger. Like now, he should be guesstimating Ben’s carb intake for the day, not falling under her spell.
“Sophie wanted to know if Rex could stay with me.”
“Rex isn’t afraid with you.” Ben poked Dan’s side. “Rex only came out of his kennel for Brooke. She had to feed him with her hand.”
Dan wasn’t surprised. Brooke had a quietness about her that soothed everyone around. He’d seen that yesterday at the pet store and only after a few hours with her. Still he said, “Won’t Luna scare him?”
“We’re hoping just the opposite will happen.” Brooke unwound the leash from her palm and set her hand on Luna’s head. “But we won’t know until we introduce the two dogs. We won’t do that unless you give the okay for one more evacuee to stay here.”
“You have to say yes, Dad.” Ben latched onto Dan’s arm, his fingers digging in. “You always tell me that we have to help whenever we can.”
Dan had meant people. Brooke was qualified. But was Dan prepared to handle the disruption?
“We have to help Rex, Dad,” Ben insisted.
“I’ll keep Rex in the apartment with me.” Brooke’s words bounced over each other as if she sensed Dan might say no. “There’s nothing you’ll need to do. I promise.”
How he hated that word. Empty and meaningless unless backed up with actions. That’s where most people failed. No one wanted to put in the work to keep their promises.
“But we can help, if you need us,” Ben offered.
“I appreciate that.” Brooke shifted her full smile on Dan. “You won’t even know Rex is here.”
But he knew Brooke was there. That was the most unsettling part. That smile and her expressive gaze had lingered in his mind last night for far too long. No, the dogs didn’t concern him. But Brooke—she did. “Let’s drop off Ben and introduce the dogs.”
Ben jumped up and pumped his arms over his head. “We’re getting another dog.”
And Dan was getting a headache. He grabbed his keys from the hook on the wall. If he kept his eyes open and his focus on the truth—Brooke was as temporary in his life as an ice cube in the sun—then nothing would go wrong.
One minute out of the driveway, Ben cuddled with Luna in the back seat of the truck. And Dan wanted to wrap his arm around Brooke.
Dan really had to figure out a way to help Brooke get back to her old life quickly. His was already being turned upside down. And that said nothing about his misplaced thoughts. His current one included: believing that Brooke sitting next to him felt right. He shoved on his sunglasses. Clearly, the bright morning sun obscured his vision.
The next hour passed in a blur. Dan watched Luna and Rex bond—even he hadn’t doubted the dogs would get along. The universe seemed to be conspiring against him. Maybe it was that white lie about pet allergies that had done him in.
Dan loaded Rex and his few belongings into the back seat of the truck, promised Sophie he’d return for more dog food and waited for Brooke to come out of the pet store.
“Sorry.” Brooke buckled her seat belt and shook her head, her tone bemused. “I really need to get another shirt before I go back inside The Pampered Pooch. A customer thought I worked there and flagged me down on my way out.”
“Sophie will appreciate that,” Dan said as they drove away. “You seem to know your way around a pet store.”
“I’ve spent a lot of time inside them,” Brooke said. “I’ve been a dog trainer and foster mom for hard-to-place pets for the past five years.”
“That explains your comfort with the rescues.” And why Rex was comfortable with her. The dog recognized Brooke was safe. “I never did ask if there was anything you needed.”
“Besides a new car, furniture and a home?” The weariness in Brooke’s voice settled into the truck cab like the fog in the summer: dense and cloying. Brooke reached behind her for Luna as if she needed the contact.
“I can help with the car. I don’t recommend my shopping skills unless you like boy jeans and superhero T-shirts and bunk beds.”
“Don’t you ever get tired?” Brooke touched his arm.
Her hand was light and small, but the warmth speared deep inside him like the sunlight burning away the fog. He wanted to cover her hand with his and make promises he never intended to keep. “What?”
“Don’t you ever get tired of helping everyone around you?” she asked. “I overheard you offer to help rearrange the dog kennels at the pet store. Construct backdrops for the play at the school. Then Ben reminded you about restocking the nurse’s office before he climbed out of the truck. Now you’ve offered to car shop with me. You never even flinched.”
“I get it from my dad,” Dan said. It’s the Sawyer way. Those were his father’s words every time Dan and his brother joined their parents to serve meals on holidays. Deliver food and clothing to shelters. Or simply bring cookies to a sick neighbor. “Dad has always been the first to help. The first to jump in whenever he sees a need.”
“But who helps you?” Brooke asked.
Dan pulled into his driveway, searching for the last time he’d asked for help. His father supported him, but Dan tried not to lean on him too much. His dad still hadn’t managed to learn to say no to other people and Dan refused to overextend the older Sawyer. “What about you? Don’t you get tired of taking in rescues and animals in need?”
“I’m a widow,” Brooke said, her voice matter-of-fact as if her status explained her compulsion to rescue animals.
Dan set the truck in Park and shifted toward her, wanting her to see and hear the sincerity in his apology.
But Brooke continued, “After my husband passed, I heard the same advice often—get a pet and you won’t be alone. Think about the bears and snakes in the mountains if you don’t want to think about yourself. I found Luna by accident in a shopping mall parking lot. Her owners were about to chain her to a dumpster.”
Maybe it wasn’t such an accident after all. Dan got out of the truck and joined Brooke by the passenger door.
“Luna blossomed with every foster cat or dog I invited into the house.” Brooke opened the passenger door, took the dogs’ leashes and guided them out. “And I wasn’t alone.”
But was she ever lonely? Dan pulled the kennel from the truck bed and followed Brooke to the side gate and into the backyard.
“Cupid arrived and stuck.” Brooke took the kennel from Dan and set it beside the front door. “Then Archie stuck, too.”
What was it that let them stick beside Brooke? What if he wanted to stick? Dan took a step away from the front door of the apartment. “And Rex?”
Brooke reached down to pet Rex’s head. “He’ll blossom with kindness and then he’ll be ready for his forever home.”
“That’s one of Sophie’s favorite phrases, too.” Dan crossed his arms over his chest. “But how do you know you found the right family? How does the family know they picked the right dog? Forever is a long time.”
Brooke pulled the apartment keys from her pocket and stared at him. “You have to try.”
That was a huge ask and an even greater risk. “What if you’re wrong?”
“It’s easier for the family.” Brooke frowned. “They return the pet to the shelter and leave to return to their lives.”
Or not so simple. Not so easy. Someone had to pick up the pieces and try to rebuild.
Brooke had to rebuild her life. He’d done that, too, after Valerie had left. Still, he hadn’t been alone. He had his father, Valerie’s mother and his friends. Brooke was alone. His stomach clenched.
“The pets are left bewildered and even more scared. Unsure of what they did wrong.” Brooke hugged Rex. “Why they were abandoned again.”
That feeling that opened a pit inside him—he didn’t ever want to experience it again. “But you keep trying.”
“Absolutely.” Brooke tipped Rex’s face up to hers. “I trust the right family will be found for each animal. Until then, I shower as much love and affection on each one as I can.”
That was her way: kindness. But what about Brooke’s forever family? Did she want one? Were her pets enough? Ben and his father were enough for Dan. He might’ve envisioned things differently at one time. But he’d been wrong, and he’d adjusted. “What now?”
“I set up Rex’s kennel, then give him space and time,” Brooke said.
Was that what Brooke needed, too? Space and time? Sophie had said that much in the pet store. “I’m sorry about your husband.” About the loss of your forever family.
“I appreciate that.” Brooke straightened and cleared her throat. “I should get Rex sorted.”
“I should get going, too. I have...”
Brooke’s smile chased the joy up into her eyes, lighting her face and interrupting Dan. She added, “You have a yellow brick road to build.”
“Yes, that, too.” Dan laughed. “Believe it or not, building props and sets for the play isn’t all that bad.”
“Neither is cleaning out a litter box,” Brooke teased.
“I’ll take your word for it.” Dan stepped off the porch and headed to his house. He kept himself from looking back at Brooke. Yet he listened for the soft click of her door.
In his bedroom, he rummaged around the back of his closet, digging through piles of sweaters and sweatshirts. On the top shelf he found what he was looking for. On his way back through the kitchen, he grabbed a pen and wrote on a piece of scrap paper. “In case you get cold.”
He left the EMT sweatshirt and the note on Brooke’s doorstep. Because everyone deserved simple kindness. And he was determined to offer her that much for as long as she was there.