GERALDO “GARY” GUZMAN opened one eye and glanced at the clock. Just past four. That dog sure knows how to bark. His mind registered the fact even as his body automatically exited the bed. A whole month out of the service and he still had the soldier mind-set.
Once his feet hit the carpet, he grabbed a pair of old jeans from the floor, pulled them on and then took Wilma out to the back of his aunt Bianca’s bed-and-breakfast to do her business. She took her sweet time, exploring the bushes for the enemy, and then looking at him expectantly.
“Do your business,” he ordered. It was the one command she seemed to understand in English but only if he squatted, which made him feel like a three-year-old.
Hours later, it wasn’t her I-need-to-go-to-the-bathroom bark that woke him. It was a loud crunchy gnawing. He opened one eye, rolled over so he could see what she was doing and realized his tennis shoe was now mangled.
She also knew how to chew clothes, furniture and pretty much anything else in her path. And, she always decided to gnaw loudly on a bone or persistently bring a chew toy to his lap just as he’d settled down to watch television.
Gary realized if he was to save the other shoe, he had to do something to distract her. He got into his jeans again and led the dog to the back door, taking her outside. Once he’d let her run around for a while and sniff every inch of the backyard, he let her inside and turned to go upstairs. He wanted one more hour of sleep. That had been his goal since exiting the army. He wanted to sleep when he wanted to sleep, eat when he wanted to eat and do nothing when he wanted to do nothing.
Wilma was worse than his commanding officer.
He’d made it only halfway through the kitchen when he stepped on something: a mangled personalized Bianca’s Bed-and-Breakfast oversize coaster. His aunt was being a good sport, but she’d suffered from Wilma’s high jinks and had two guests complain about the dog’s barking.
“I’ll add dog friendly to the inn’s description,” she’d brushed it off when he’d apologized.
At least now, thanks to the cop from last night, Gary had an idea. He sat down at the computer in the family room, plugged in the inn’s password and started researching.
He’d just hit Print and the paper was still warm in his hand, when his aunt Bianca came up behind him.
“I just had two interesting phone calls, both concerning you.”
He turned around. “Really? Why? About the dog?”
“One of them was about the dog. Our neighbors who live in the green single-story a few houses down. Guess the husband’s having trouble hearing the television.”
As if knowing she were the topic of conversation, Wilma barked. Gary glanced down at his list, found the word for quiet and loudly said, “Ruhig.”
Bianca Flores raised an eyebrow, Wilma barked louder.
“I’m sorry,” Gary said but Aunt Bianca held up her hand.
“Don’t worry about it. The husband is the kind who’d complain about a crack in the sidewalk even if he’d been the one to put it there.”
“I’m working with her. She’ll learn. She’s smart.” He checked the paper in his hand and tried again. “Ruhig!” This time, the dog listened. She turned and headed for the door to the backyard, lay on her back and began chewing her own paw while a giant bone lay unloved right next to her.
At least she wasn’t barking.
“The second call,” Bianca continued, “was from one of our local police officers wanting to know if I had a thirtysomething male with a dog staying here at the bed-and-breakfast.”
To his aunt Bianca’s credit, she didn’t show any more concern about the call from the police than she had about the noise complaint. She’d always been the aunt to step in when the Guzman brood needed a soft place to land. That didn’t mean, though, that she was blind to their faults.
Gary grinned. “Let me guess. It was an Officer Leann Bailey.”
Bianca nodded. “You were out late last night. Something happen?”
“Quite a bit.” He handed her the list of commands he’d just printed off. “Thanks to Officer Bailey I found out the dog understands and obeys—well, sometimes obeys—German. Who would have thought it?”
Bianca gave Wilma an appreciative look. “Leann lived in Germany for quite a while, I remember. So, how do you say, ‘Quit chewing the table leg’?”
Gary laughed. “Those words aren’t on the list.”
Bianca took the paper out of his hand, studied it and handed it back. “What happened last night that had you figuring out Wilma understands German?”
“How well do you know Officer Leann Bailey?”
“Her father used to be my financial adviser, so I know the family quite well.”
“Last night, Wilma and I had a little run-in with her at the park.”
“What—?”
This time it was Gary who held up a hand. “Nothing to worry about. Wilma took a liking to her, tried jumping into her squad car, but had to settle for giving her a hug.”
“Wilma probably smelled Peaches,” Bianca offered, heading for the kitchen, probably knowing Gary would follow. Gary followed.
“I didn’t notice the smell of peaches.” Gary thought back. He hadn’t noticed any smell except for the ripe grass and strong pine scent coming from the trees.
Bianca laughed as she started making lunch. “I’m talking about Leann’s dog. Peaches. She’s a big mutt, tough looking, like a bear, but gentle as a kitten.”
“And to think she made fun of Wilma’s name.” Gary sat at the table. It felt odd, not having anything to do, but he’d been out of the military only a month, and his mind hadn’t wrapped itself around the term civilian.
Bianca raised an eyebrow. “Oh, you had a whole conversation with Leann?”
“Just enough to figure out she can control Wilma better than I can.”
“How did the training go?”
“Not so good. I can’t believe Max neglected to tell me Wilma only understands German! I spent a whole hour ordering Wilma to sit and offering treats. She sat, but not when I asked her to, and she still expected the treats. She jumped on me a least a dozen times and almost dragged me down a small hill when she spotted a cat.”
“Now that you know about the German, it will help. What was Leann doing at the park?”
“Husband-and-wife dispute.”
“Ah,” Bianca said, “by the swings.”
“How did you know?”
“That would be Gail and Ray Goode. They argue at least twice a month and usually do so in the park. Gail doesn’t want her parents to hear. They’re the disapproving kind, not the helping kind.”
“Officer Bailey handled it differently than I would have, but she handled it well. She separated them, sent the husband to his brother’s and sent Gail to the main house and someone named Clarissa.”
“That would be the Crabtrees’ housekeeper.”
“Crabtree?”
“Gail’s parents, her maiden name.”
“They have a live-in housekeeper?”
Aunt Bianca nodded. “And a full-time groundskeeper.”
“So, they get special consideration from the cops?” Gary didn’t think his brother Oscar, who was also a part of the Sarasota Falls police department, would go for such behavior, but maybe Leann was different? Yet that hadn’t been the sense of her he had last night. He’d been impressed with the police woman and how she’d handled the scene with her sister.
Bianca deftly set bread on the cutting board—lunch meat to the left of it; cheese and tomato—and started making their lunch. “What I should have said just now was that Crabtree happens to be both Gail’s and Leann’s maiden name.”
“Sisters?” Gary sucked in his breath and relaxed a little. “That explains a lot.”
“I wonder why Leann called here instead of asking Oscar about you.”
“She was so busy with her sister, I think she forgot to ask my name so doesn’t know Oscar’s my brother. Not very cop-like.” Gary had been military police among other things.
“She’s a good cop, dedicated and—”
The bell over the front door rang. Bianca set down her knife, glanced out the window checking the dog’s whereabouts, quickly washed her hands and headed up front. Yesterday, she’d done the same thing and Wilma had snatched the bread.
Gary recognized the voice that said, “Hey, Bianca, good to see you.”
Leann Bailey in the flesh. Gary grinned. So, the lady had decided to follow up her phone call with a visit. He sometimes had an effect on women. Usually, though, it was when he was in uniform.
He followed his aunt to the foyer and studied the cop in question. He’d liked her better standing with the moon to her back. She was equal in height to his aunt, but where Bianca was soft and dark, Leann was toned and fair. He noted how well she wore her blue uniform.
“You looking for me?” he asked.
Bianca, a half frown on her face, told him. “I guess I didn’t take their complaint seriously enough. Officer Bailey’s here, something about a noise ordinance.”
Leann nodded. “Right now, I’m just issuing a warning, but—”
“I’m Gary Guzman. You met me last night.”
“Guzman,” Leann muttered before turning to Bianca. “I can’t believe I missed it. Oscar’s brother?”
“And my nephew. Younger than Oscar by two years,” Bianca supplied.
“Better-looking, too,” Gary put in.
He watched as a myriad of expressions crossed Leann’s face. There was surprise—probably a result of last night’s meeting or maybe his relationship to Oscar and Bianca. Annoyance—no doubt she didn’t like surprises. And detachment—she probably didn’t want to warm up to him while on duty.
“About Wilma,” Leann said. “You’re going to need to do something about her barking.”
“I’m working with her. Now that I know she understands German, I’ll be able to ratchet up the training.” He pulled the piece of paper from his back pocket and showed her.
Leann didn’t look impressed.
“It will just take a few days,” he promised. “She’s a good dog,” Gary inserted, “but I’ve only had her for a week.”
“Ah,” Leann said.
This time Gary could read her face. The smile reached her pretty green eyes, which suddenly registered a positive impression even as she said, “A rescue?”
“No,” Aunt Bianca said.
“More or less,” Gary put in.
Leann looked from one to the other.
“My friend Max has been in Germany the last three years, came stateside for a few months and was just deployed six days ago to a place he couldn’t take Wilma. It’s temporary.” Gary didn’t mention the arm-twisting from Max, or the adamant “No” consistently given by Gary, followed by Max finally showing up at the tiny apartment Gary was crashing at.
“Good of you to take in Wilma,” Leann said.
“No, good of me to take in Wilma.” Aunt Bianca shot Gary a look.
“I’ll let the neighbors know this is only temporary and that you’re working on the problem,” Leann said, suddenly back to being a cop. Gary liked the impressed lady better. He wanted that look back.
“We’ll think of something,” Aunt Bianca said.
Footsteps sounded on the porch. The bell over the door tinkled as a short man, definitely military, leading a midsize border collie, pushed his way in. Aunt Bianca immediately smiled and asked, “Do you need a room?”
“No, I’m looking for Gary Guzman.”
“That’s me,” Gary said, looking from the man to the dog. He didn’t recognize either and had the feeling he didn’t want to.
“I’m William Benedict, and I’m desperate,” the man began. “I got called up a week ago. I’m leaving in the morning and my sister just found out that she’s pregnant with triplets. She already has two kids not even in school. She can’t handle Goober now. I heard you took in Max Juergens’s dog.”
Aunt Bianca’s, Leann’s and Gary’s eyes all went to Goober, a beautiful black-and-white dog who didn’t look at all like a Goober.
“I’m staying with my aunt temporarily…” Gary said, noting the way Officer Leann Bailey watched him.
“Look,” William said, “my mother died six months ago. Goober was hers. I promised I’d take care of the mutt. I went online, and there’s places—families even—where I can board the dog, but, well—” his voice softened “—she was my mom’s, and Goober’s sensitive if not a little high-strung. She needs someone who will pay attention to her. I hear you have time.”
Time. Gary’s enemy right now because he just didn’t know what to do with it, how to spend it. One thing he could do was give good ole Max a call and a virtual kick in the butt.
“I’m not at a place where I can take care of…” Gary faltered as he noticed Aunt Bianca, who was shaking her head no. Unfortunately, standing next to Aunt Bianca was Leann, who was already bending down, stroking Goober’s ears and whispering, “Good girl. Such a good girl.” The dog—all bright-eyed with a ring of white around her nose, chest and both back feet—gave a polite woof and wagged her tail.
If Leann touched Gary that gently on the face, and if he’d had a tail, he’d be wagging it, too.
Leann switched her gaze from Goober to Gary, her eyes indicating disappointment. Great, she expected him to refuse to help.
He didn’t need, want, another dog, even temporarily, and especially not one “sensitive and a bit high-strung” and taken on just to impress a woman he barely knew. The way that William referred to Goober indicated he wasn’t attached to his mom’s dog. In the military, temporary could be years.
Gary made the mistake of looking at Goober, who was looking back at him as if she already knew and loved him. “Your mom named her Goober?” Gary asked.
Not a chance he could take the dog. Aunt Bianca was running out of coasters; Gary was already almost out of shoes.
“Actually, my mom let one of my sister’s kids named it.”
“She’s a great dog,” Leann said. She went to her knees in front of the dog, both hands streaming down the sides of Goober’s head.
William’s smile for Leann became a frown as he faced him. Gary quickly spoke up.
“I’m going to get a job. It’s just…” For some reason, Gary felt it important for Officer Leann Bailey to know he intended to be gainfully employed. For some reason, he didn’t see Leann as someone who would be impressed with a man taking a break to find himself.
Heck, he wasn’t always impressed with himself lately, either.
“It’s just that there are a few things Aunt Bianca wants to me do first,” he finished.
“Yes, and helping out at an inn really doesn’t give him much time to work with dogs.” Bianca focused on Leann and suggested, “Maybe you could take her?”
Leann stepped back from Goober and shook her head. “I’ve already got a dog, a turtle and hamster. All of which my sons promise to take care of, but I wind up doing most of it. Plus, when my boys go to stay with their grandparents while I’m on the job, they take Peaches. I doubt very much that they’d welcome a second dog.” With her hand still stroking the top of Goober’s head, she gave William a stern look. “Why on earth didn’t you call first and save yourself a trip?”
“I didn’t call,” William explained, looking solely at Gary, “because I was afraid you’d turn me down. I drove three hours to get here.”
As if cued, Goober gave a little bark and gazed adoringly up at Leann.
Gary rarely did anything rash. Being rash could put his team in danger, civilian lives in danger, but he wasn’t in Afghanistan or Syria now.
“What’s one more?” he said, reaching for the leash and bending down to pat Goober. “Come on over to the table—” Gary looked at the bag the man carried “—and let’s see what all you’ve brought with you.”
“Gary,” Aunt Bianca began. “I—”
“I promise I’ll make this good,” Gary said.
Benedict, clearly knowing when strategy was needed, jumped in with, “I’ve got her toys and favorite blanket in the car and enough food for a month.”
Gary led the way to the table. Behind him, Aunt Bianca coughed. She didn’t have a cold.
Without looking, Gary knew Officer Bailey was smiling. Still, he looked, and sure enough he’d managed to win her approval. Usually, his uniform or wit did the trick. This time, he’d needed Goober’s help.
No, more likely, Gary needed other types of help because he’d just taken on a dog he knew nothing about, from a person he knew nothing about, and all because he was trying to impress a woman he knew nothing about and who lived in a town Gary didn’t intend to make home.
He made the mistake of looking at her. She looked back and he was lost.
Man, she had beautiful eyes.
The cop, not Goober.
It’d be Gary’s luck, Goober probably obeyed commands issued in Chinese.