Micah looked at her again, and something passed between them. Something unspoken but clear.
Then he stepped forward and pulled her into a hug.
Naomi closed her eyes and let herself lean into him.
When he stepped back, his hand lingered briefly on her shoulder. “You doing okay?”
She nodded, even though the answer was more complicated than that. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
He didn’t look entirely convinced, but he didn’t push.
The low rumble of an engine sounded outside.
Naomi’s stomach tightened.
Micah had already moved toward the window, his expression shifting into something more alert. “Someone’s here.”
“We told him to pull up to the kennel entrance. Seemed safer.”
“And smarter.”
Naomi crossed to the window and looked out.
Sure enough, a small truck pulled up near the kennel entrance.
The driver’s door opened, and a man stepped out. He was maybe in his forties and of average height. He wore jeans, a flannel jacket, and work boots. He looked around the property before heading toward the kennel.
Naomi’s chest tightened.
This was it.
The moment Good Boy went home.
She knew she wasn’t ready.
