He shook his head. “I always knew I

He shook his head. “I always knew I loved that woman for

more than just her kiler Aston Martin colection.” The smile he

gave her was clearly intended to melt her into a puddle of lust at

his feet. “Trust Agnes to also send the prettiest dog trainer on the

planet my way.”

Absolutely, positively refusing to melt for him, she arched

her eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

Atlas reacted to the icy tone of her voice by letting out a

low whine. She couldn’t believe this man was talking to her like

this, trying to flirt with her by saying she could be one of the

models. Especialy when she knew exactly what she looked like

in her ripped, sweaty shirt, muddy shorts, and skinned knees.

If only she’d trained Atlas to be an attack dog...

A man holding a large camera caled out to them. “Hey

Zach, the models need to know how you want them on the

cars?”

“Don’t let us stop you from your important work. Atlas,

let’s go.” She picked up his leash as her big dog rose to his feet

beside her.

She was heading to her car when Zach said, “Hey, I

thought you were going to stay to train me?”

How, she wondered, did he manage to make her job sound

quite so filthy? Deciding not to dignify his obnoxious comment

with a reply, she didn’t even break stride.

At least until he said, “Forget something?”

Darn it. She’d been hoping to make a quick getaway while

he was distracted by tiny bikinis and spray-on tans.

Steeling herself for the confrontation — and for looking at

him again without reacting like a teenage girl hit with her first

burst of hormones — Heather turned around slowly. “I heard you

yeling earlier. We both know you’re not interested in having a

yeling earlier. We both know you’re not interested in having a

puppy.” She looked down at the fluff in her arms, deceptively

innocent as it snored softly. “Especialy one that can be so

playful.”

He crossed the distance between them and she had to fight

the urge to take a step back. “I’l get one of those crates for it

for the next couple of weeks.”

Heather didn’t stop the snarl from erupting from her lips.

“You use a crate for specific training purposes, not to imprison a

dog al day.” She should have just turned and walked away from

him, but she had to know. “Why would you get a puppy if you

don’t even want one?”

“My seven-year-old niece-to-be dumped her on me this

morning, to take care of while she’s on vacation. She’l crucify

me if anything happens to it.” She was surprised to see a hint of

fear hit his eyes. “I remember just how vicious my little sisters

could be when I made them mad.”

Even as she tried to steel herself against liking anything

about this man, she couldn’t miss the deep affection in his voice

as he spoke about the women in his life. She shouldn’t care how

good-looking he was, or how electric it had felt when he’d taken

her hand or held her to keep her from faling.

And she certainly shouldn’t care if he had a soft spot for

seven-year-old girls and little sisters.

Stil, it explained why he wasn’t the least bit equipped to

deal with a puppy. Heather sighed as she realized that perhaps

walking away from him with his puppy in tow wasn’t going to be

quite as easy as she’d thought.

quite as easy as she’d thought.

“Damn it,” he said, his eyes darkening as he suddenly

squatted down and ran one hand over her thigh.

She jumped back. “What are you doing?”

“You’re bleeding.” He looked incredibly pissed off by this

fact. “What the hel were you doing crawling in there in shorts?”

“Saving the dog you lost,” she shot back at him, even as a

part way down deep inside warmed at the fact that he even

cared about her skinned knees...not to mention the shockingly

seductive feel of his hands on her skin.

She’d been taking care of herself for so long that she

couldn’t remember the last time someone had worried about her.

“Come inside the shop and I’l clean you up.”

The thought of him touching her again had her swalowing

hard. She’d always thought there was something so sexy about a

mechanic’s hands. The fact that they were so skiled at building

and fixing things made it difficult not to wonder what else those

hands were good at.

No!

She knew better than to wonder something like that about

t h i s mechanic. Talented hands did not make the man,

unfortunately.

“You should get back to the models. I can take care of it

myself.”

But judging by the look on his face, for a moment she

thought he was going to pick her up and carry her over to the

garage against her wil. Instead, he said, “You hurt yourself

saving my dog. It’s my fault you’re bleeding. Let me take care of

saving my dog. It’s my fault you’re bleeding. Let me take care of

you—” He stopped, cursing softly. “You saved my dog and I

don’t even know your name.”

“Heather.”

“Heather.” He held the seven letters on his tongue as if he

was savoring them, and she was held spelbound despite herself.

“That’s a pretty name. I’m Zach.”

It shouldn’t have felt so intimate just to tel him her name.

But when he’d repeated it in a low, husky tone, just hearing it fal

from his gorgeous lips had been practicaly better than ful-blown

sex with any other man. And she definitely shouldn’t want to

savor his name on her tongue, too.

“What’s the puppy’s name?”

He winced, giving her another flash of normal that was so

unexpected given the perfect package it was in. “Do you realy

need to know?”

“Trust me, I’ve heard a lot of crazy dog names over the

years.” But something told her this one was going to take the

cake. At least she hoped it would. “And you know, she might

have actualy come back to you if you’d caled for her by name

instead of ‘Dog.’”

A muscle jumped in his jaw right before he muttered,

“Cuddles.”

Heather pressed her lips together to try to keep her giggles

from erupting, but she couldn’t stop the laughter from shaking

her shoulders.

Hasil (Bahasa Indonesia) 2:

Dia menggeleng. "Aku selalu tahu aku mencintai wanita itu untuk lebih dari sekedar Kiler nya Aston Martin colection." Senyum ia memberinya jelas dimaksudkan untuk mencairkan ke dalam genangan nafsu di kakinya. "Kepercayaan Agnes juga mengirim pelatih anjing tercantik di planet perjalanan." Benar-benar, positif menolak untuk mencairkan baginya, dia mengangkat alisnya. "Maaf?" Atlas bereaksi terhadap nada dingin suaranya dengan membiarkan sebuah merengek rendah. Dia tidak bisa percaya orang ini sedang berbicara dengan dia seperti ini, mencoba untuk menggodanya dengan mengatakan dia bisa menjadi salah satu model. Khususnya ketika ia tahu persis apa yang dia tampak seperti dalam dirinya robek, baju berkeringat, celana pendek berlumpur, dan berkulit lutut. Kalau saja dia telah dilatih Atlas menjadi anjing penyerang ... Seorang pria memegang kamera besar caled kepada mereka. "Hei Zach, model perlu tahu bagaimana Anda ingin mereka di mobil?" "Jangan sampai kita menghentikan Anda dari pekerjaan penting Anda. Atlas, mari kita pergi. "Dia mengambil tali sebagai anjing besar dia bangkit di sampingnya. Dia menuju ke mobilnya ketika Zach mengatakan," Hei, saya pikir Anda akan tinggal untuk melatih saya? "Bagaimana, dia bertanya-tanya, apakah dia berhasil membuat pekerjaannya terdengar begitu kotor? Memutuskan untuk tidak menghargai komentar menjengkelkan nya dengan balasan, dia bahkan tidak mematahkan langkahnya. Setidaknya sampai ia berkata, "Lupakan sesuatu?" Sialan. Dia berharap untuk membuat liburan cepat sementara ia terganggu oleh bikini kecil dan spray-on tan. Steeling dirinya untuk konfrontasi - dan untuk melihat dia lagi tanpa bereaksi seperti seorang gadis remaja memukul dengan pertamanya meledak hormon - Heather berbalik perlahan. "Saya mendengar Anda Yeling sebelumnya. Kita berdua tahu Anda tidak tertarik memiliki Yeling sebelumnya. Kita berdua tahu Anda tidak tertarik memiliki anak anjing. "Dia menatap bulu di lengannya, menipu tidak bersalah karena mendengkur lembut. "Khususnya yang bisa begitu menyenangkan." Dia menyeberangi jarak antara mereka dan dia harus berjuang dorongan untuk mengambil langkah mundur. "I'l mendapatkan salah satu peti untuk itu untuk beberapa minggu ke depan." Heather tidak berhenti membentak dari meletus dari bibirnya. "Kau menggunakan peti untuk tujuan pelatihan khusus, tidak untuk memenjarakan sebuah anjing hari al. "Dia seharusnya hanya berbalik dan berjalan menjauh dari dia, tapi dia harus tahu. "Mengapa Anda akan mendapatkan anak anjing jika Anda bahkan tidak ingin satu?" "Saya tujuh tahun keponakan-to-dibuang nya pada saya ini pagi, untuk mengurus sementara dia berlibur. She'l menyalibkan saya jika terjadi sesuatu hal. "Dia terkejut melihat petunjuk dari ketakutan melanda matanya. "Saya ingat betapa kejam adik saya bisa ketika saya membuat mereka marah." Bahkan saat ia mencoba untuk baja dirinya terhadap menyukai sesuatu tentang orang ini, dia tidak bisa kehilangan kasih sayang yang mendalam dalam suaranya saat ia berbicara tentang perempuan dalam hidupnya. Dia seharusnya tidak peduli seberapa tampan dia, atau bagaimana listrik itu terasa saat ia mengambil tangannya atau memeluknya agar ia faling. Dan dia tentu harus tidak peduli apakah ia memiliki titik lemah untuk tujuh tahun anak perempuan dan adik. Stil, itu menjelaskan mengapa dia tidak sedikit pun dilengkapi untuk menangani anak anjing. Heather mendesah saat dia menyadari bahwa mungkin berjalan jauh dari dia dengan anjing di belakangnya tidak akan semudah yang dia pikir. Semudah yang dia pikir. "Sialan," katanya, matanya gelap saat ia tiba-tiba berjongkok dan berlari satu sisi lebih pahanya. Dia melompat kembali. "Apa yang kau lakukan?" "Kau berdarah." Dia tampak sangat kesal dengan ini fakta. "Apa yang hel yang Anda lakukan merangkak di sana di celana pendek?" "Menyimpan anjing Anda hilang," ia menembak ke arahnya, bahkan sebagai cara bagian bawah jauh di dalam hangat pada kenyataan bahwa ia bahkan peduli lutut berkulit nya .. .not lagi mengejutkan nuansa menggoda tangannya di kulitnya. Dia telah merawat dirinya begitu lama bahwa ia tidak ingat kapan terakhir kali seseorang harus khawatir tentang dia. "Masuklah toko dan I'l membersihkan Anda up. "Pikiran dia menyentuh lagi memiliki dia swalowing keras. Dia selalu berpikir ada sesuatu yang sangat seksi tentang tangan mekanik. Fakta bahwa mereka begitu trampil yang telah berpengalaman di gedung dan memperbaiki hal-hal yang membuatnya sulit untuk tidak bertanya-tanya apa lagi mereka tangan yang baik di. Tidak! Dia tahu lebih baik daripada bertanya-tanya sesuatu seperti itu tentang t mekanik nya. Tangan berbakat tidak membuat orang itu, sayangnya. "Anda harus kembali ke model. Aku bisa mengurusnya sendiri. "Tapi dilihat dari raut wajahnya, sesaat dia pikir dia akan menjemputnya dan membawanya ke dalam garasi terhadap wil nya. Sebaliknya, ia berkata, "Anda menyakiti diri sendiri menyelamatkan anjing saya. Ini salahku Anda berdarah. Biarkan saya mengurus menyelamatkan anjing saya. Ini salahku Anda berdarah. Mari saya mengurus kau- "Dia berhenti, mengutuk pelan. "Kau menyelamatkan anjing saya dan saya bahkan tidak tahu nama Anda." "Heather." "Heather." Dia memegang tujuh huruf di lidahnya seolah-olah ia sedang menikmati mereka, dan dia ditahan spelbound meskipun dirinya. "Itu Nama yang cukup. Aku Zach. "Ini seharusnya tidak merasa begitu intim hanya untuk tel dia namanya. Tapi ketika ia mengulanginya di rendah, nada serak, hanya mendengarnya fal dari bibir cantik nya telah practicaly lebih baik dari ful- ditiup seks dengan laki-laki lain. Dan dia pasti tidak harus ingin menikmati namanya di lidahnya, juga. "Siapa nama anak anjing itu?" Dia meringis, memberinya lampu kilat lain yang normal yang begitu tak terduga mengingat paket yang sempurna itu dalam. "Apakah Anda benar-benar perlu tahu? "" Percayalah, aku sudah mendengar banyak nama anjing gila selama bertahun-tahun. "Tapi sesuatu mengatakan satu ini akan mengambil kue. Setidaknya dia harapkan. "Dan kau tahu, dia mungkin telah sebenarnya datang kembali kepada Anda jika Anda telah caled untuknya dengan nama bukan 'Dog.'" Otot A melompat di rahangnya tepat sebelum ia bergumam, "Cuddles." Heather merapatkan bibirnya ke mencoba untuk menjaga cekikikan dari meletus, tapi dia tidak bisa berhenti tertawa dari gemetar bahunya.