LITMIR.BIZ

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the brush over Snowdrop’s soft white wool and wondered what Angela Wilde was knitting with the animal’s cria fleece. Something special, she hoped. She could ask Liz to find out…

      What was her interest here, she asked herself sharply— Angela and the fleece, or Angela’s connection to the Wilde family? Bill had told her he’d had to call Marc’s cousin again to pick Marc up the afternoon she’d gone to UBC Marc hadn’t been in the pub since. Had he finally found more worthwhile pursuits? For his sake, she hoped so.

      She glanced at her watch and reluctantly put the brush away. No one had called about the dog. It was time to take him to the pound. With a heavy heart she walked back to the house, trailed by Bilbo and Baggins who’d waited faithfully at the barn door for her.

      Jason greeted her at the door, cradling the dog. “A man called who wants to adopt the puppy. He should be here any minute.”

      “Wonderful!” The relief made her smile. “Who is he?”

      “He didn’t give his name but he sounded vaguely familiar,” Jason said.

      Just then, the puppy in his lap lifted his head, ears pricked. A second later they heard the sound of a car drive up.

      Fiona handed Jason the dog brush so he could quickly groom the puppy. The animal didn’t look quite so scrawny as when they’d first got him, but he still cowered whenever anyone put out a hand to pat him. She hoped whoever was at the door wouldn’t be put off by that but instead treated the dog with compassion and kindness.

      There was a knock and she went through the living room to answer it. Opening the door set off a burst of heavy-metal rock music pitched at deafening volume. Fiona, who ordinarily used the back door, remembered too late Jason’s latest “invention.” Marc looked as startled at the sound as she was to see him.

      “You!” Fiona exclaimed but the sound of her voice was drowned out by the ear-piercing twang of electronic guitar. “Come in,” she yelled, motioning him over the threshold. She shut the door and blessed silence reigned. “Sorry about that. My brother is an electronics nut.”

      Marc’s hands gripped his wheels. “I’ve decided to take the dog, after all.”

      Fiona crossed her arms over her chest. Secretly she was delighted but after the things he’d said she was going to make him work for this. “Are you sure you can take care of him?”

      Marc glowered at her. “I can do a lot more in this chair than most people can on two legs.”

      “What will you do with the dog when you take off into the wild blue yonder?” she demanded, flinging an arm skyward.

      “Not a problem,” Marc assured her. “My aunt and uncle will be happy to keep him. If they fall through, I’ve got two cousins. Between us we’ll make sure he has a home.”

      Fiona tapped her foot, pretending to be debating the issue. “Why did you change your mind?”

      “What difference does it make as long as the mutt has a home?”

      “Admit it, you fell in love with him at first sight.”

      He glanced at his watch. “My aunt will be back in twenty minutes at which time I’m leaving, with or without the dog.”

      With a sigh, Fiona stepped aside and let him pass. “Go straight ahead. He’s in the kitchen at the back with my brother.”

      Jason, his wheelchair parked beside the table, was still brushing the puppy. “Hi.”

      Marc came to an abrupt halt on the threshold of the kitchen and threw her an odd look.

      “This is my brother, Jason,” she said. “Jason, this is Marc Wilde.”

      “No wonder your voice sounded familiar on the telephone!” Jason exclaimed. “Wow! I can’t believe you’re actually in our kitchen. The last time I saw you on TV you were in Damascus with bombs going off….” Jason’s voice trailed away as he realized what he was saying. “Gosh, Mr. Wilde, I’m sorry. About what happened, I mean.”

      “Forget it. Call me Marc.” Marc wheeled closer to peer at the dog. “How’s the pup?”

      “He’s coming along,” Fiona said. “I took him to the vet for his shots and a microchip in his ear for identification.” She paused. “The vet estimated he’s about eight weeks old. He’ll be the right age to be neutered in four months. You will do the right thing, won’t you?”

      “Don’t worry— I’m not in the habit of leaving progeny scattered in my wake and neither will my dog.”

      He’d spoken absently and without even looking her way, yet Fiona felt heat creep into her cheeks. Good grief, anyone would think she was someone’s maiden aunt. She moved to the other side of the island benchtop to get out the bag of dry puppy food. He’s here for the dog, she reminded herself.

      “You can take this to get you started,” she said, setting the bag by the door. “Be sure to give him plenty of water.”

      “I’ve owned a dog before.” Marc reached out for the puppy and Jason handed him over. Immediately the dog began trembling.

      “He’ll get used to you before long,” Fiona assured him, worried Marc might change his mind even now.

      Marc held the puppy and stroked it for a few minutes. The trembling increased. He put the dog on the floor where it huddled instead of running around and exploring. “Is he sick?”

      “Just scared,” Fiona said. “The vet checked him out thoroughly.”

      “Does he ever bark?” Marc asked.

      Fiona glanced at Jason. “We’ve never heard him.”

      “Has he got a name?”

      “I’ve held off calling him anything because I thought his new owner should name him.”

      Fiona stood between Marc and Jason and the three of them stared at the cowering pup. He really wasn’t the most prepossessing animal.

      “I’ll call him Rowdy,” Marc said at last. “Give him something to live up to.”

      Fiona couldn’t help but smile. “I’m sure he will in time.”

      “Can you stay for dinner?” Jason blurted out. “I made minestrone soup. It’ll give Rowdy time to get to know you before you take him away. And,” he added shyly, “I’d love to hear about your experiences in the Middle East.”

      Marc looked surprised at the unexpected invitation. “Thanks, Jason—”

      Fearing he was about to add a “but…” Fiona jumped in. “It’s awfully short notice, Jase. I’m sure Marc has other things to do. Plus his aunt is coming back for him.”

      Marc glanced at her. “I could always call Leone on her cell phone and ask her to come later.”

      “Great!” Jason said. “I’ll heat up some garlic bread.”

      “Fine,” Fiona said wondering why she was reluctant for Marc to stay. Jason needed more male company, especially now that high school was over and his friends had gone off to college and new jobs. But not Marc. Instinctively she felt he would be a disturbing influence, infecting Jason with his discontent.

      Marc’s presence made the kitchen seem crowded and it wasn’t just because his wheelchair took up extra space. Fiona moved nervously around the room, pulling out the table, setting an extra place, aware of Marc’s gaze on her as he petted the dog.

      “I gather you like Greece,” he said, nodding at the posters.

      “I’ve never been,” Fiona admitted. “But I’d like to.” She paused to gaze at one of the posters. “Something about the light and the blueness of the water and sky attracts me.”

      “You’ll go someday.”

      She uttered a short laugh.

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