“I have a feeling you’ve done this before.”
Kat reached the bed and realized she’d left the door open. Closing anything, other than the refrigerator, was something she never had to worry about living alone.
“I’ll leave the door open in case you want out.”
The dog motioned with his left front paw.
She laughed. “Is that your sign for belly rubs?”
The motion continued.
“Okay, I can take a hint.” Kat sat and rubbed his tummy.
The dog looked like he was smiling.
“Aw, you’re so cute.”
He stretched.
She stopped rubbing to give the dog more room, and he waved his front left paw again.
She rubbed him again. “A little spoiled, huh?”
“Extremely spoiled.”
The sound of Gill’s voice knotted the muscles at the back of her neck. She looked up. He stood in the doorway with his hands at his side.
Where had he come from?
Kat hadn’t heard footsteps or noticed anyone in the hallway, but she couldn’t help but stare at him now.
Oh, baby.
A handsome dog for a gorgeous guy.
He wore gym shorts, and his T-shirt clung to him as if he’d been working out. Talk about fit. Not overly muscular. Just right.
Her mouth went dry.
His slightly red cheeks made him seem younger and look like he had at camp after they finished an activity under the hot sun. His damp hair curled more and begged to have fingers run through the strands.
Not her fingers.
Hot, yes, and disappointing that he didn’t have a great personality to match his good looks. Still, she couldn’t believe how normal he appeared in the workout clothes.
Normal and attractive.
Best part? He seemed almost approachable.
Not that sweat and running shoes made the prince less of a jerk.
She focused on the dog. “Many of my clients spoil their pets.”
“Most animals don’t have an entire staff at their beck and call. More than a few here treat him as their own.”
“Maximillian’s lucky to have so much attention.”
“Yes, he is.”
