LITMIR.BIZ

      Lyle didn’t understand Cass’s standoffishness. After all, she had worked with a dog. He glanced back at her. She just stood there, staring at him and the dog. “I don’t recognize it as anybody’s around here. I know them as well as I know their owners.”

      Finally, Cass blinked and stepped forward, but there was little enthusiasm on her face. “Let me see if I can help.” She went down on her knees, paying no attention to the wetness that must be seeping into her jeans. Removing a glove, she reached out her hand, letting the small scruffy dog smell her.

      The dog slowly extended its nose. It obviously liked Cass far better than him. It crawled out from under the hedge and came to Cass. Just a puppy, it was small with muddy matted hair. One of its ears stood up while the other flopped. It had an oddly patterned coat, making it look of mixed breed. Cass lifted the dog to her chest.

      Lyle stood. “It figures. I’ve always been far better with people than animals. It likes you.”

      Cass gave him a dry smile. When she struggled to stand he helped her.

      “The canine therapy center is right down this way. Not far. Just behind the castle. It used to be the stables. It’s just through the woods.” He led them back to the path. “We’ll take it there. Esme will see to it.”

      Cass didn’t say anything as she came to stand beside him. As they walked she held the dog close but not overly so. Was she afraid of the dog? Or was there more going on? Lyle would have thought she’d be the first in on a rescue.

      Soon they reached the center. The lights were still on. “Esme must be keeping another late night. I’m glad I didn’t have to call and get her out in the weather again. She’s the veterinarian. This therapy center/veterinary center is Esme’s brainchild.” He hurried ahead and held the door for Cass.

      She moved in past him.

      “Esme, it’s Lyle,” he called as the door closed behind him.

      “Hey, be there in a sec,” came Esme’s voice from another room.

      She soon appeared with a broad smile on her face. Her short blonde hair was disheveled, as if she had been running her hands through it. “What’s going on?”

      Lyle nodded toward Cass, who still held the dog. “We have a patient for you.”

      Esme looked at the dog then gave Cass a questioning look.

      “Esme, this is Cass Bellow, one of our new residents. She hasn’t made it down to meet the dogs yet, so you haven’t met her.”

      “Welcome, Cass. So, who do you have there?” Esme reached for the dog.

      It growled.

      “Aw, I see you have that special touch,” Esme said, speaking to Cass. “Bring it back here and I’ll give it a look.” Esme led them down a short hall into an examination room. “Put it on the table.”

      Cass did as she was told.

      Esme went to touch the dog again and it rumbled a complaint deep in its chest.

      “I’ll give him something to ease his anxiety.” Esme went to draw up a syringe of medicine.

      “Apparently Cass has that special something with animals.” Lyle looked at her, expecting to see a positive expression, but instead she appeared distraught. What was wrong?

      Esme quickly and efficiently gave the dog an injection. It soon rested easily in Cass’s arms. “You can put him on the table now. He shouldn’t be any trouble.”

      Cass placed the dog on the metal table and backed away. “I think you have this now.” She looked at him. “I can find my way back to the castle from here.”

      Cass was out the door before Lyle could stop her.

      “She seemed in a hurry,” Esme murmured as she started examining the dog.

      Lyle agreed. That accompanied intense curiosity about the stricken look on Cass face as she’d fled.