Montana Vet

There were other volunteers she could call, but she wanted Seth’s calm manner to soothe both the dog and herself. Because right now, she was a nervous wreck.

“From your place, that’s a twenty-minute–plus drive,” Seth said. “Let me scribble a note for Taylor and throw on some clothes, and I’ll be there.”

Thank goodness. Emily let out the breath she hadn’t realized she’d been holding. “I’ll be in the kennel,” she said.

As wide-awake as she was, and right now she was crazy and wide-eyed, she was also weary. Having put in a long day that continued for hours after orientation, and had included setting up appointments with prospective dog adopters as well as several hours of work on the websites she maintained, she longed to climb into bed and sleep. Tonight that didn’t seem likely.

But she was used to that. Over the last four years, she often spent a night or two a month dealing with some animal crisis or another.

Now that Seth was coming over, she thought about dashing upstairs to her apartment, trading the ratty sweats she’d changed into hours ago for jeans and a top, and pulling a comb through her hair. But she refused to leave the German shepherd for that long.

Seth would just have to take her as she was, sweats and all.

After what seemed like forever, but was actually no more than ten minutes, he was knocking at the door of the kennel.

At last. Emily let him in.

Chapter Five (#ulink_50205fc9-15df-5c1a-806e-a5a8f89a55a2)