Heart's Refuge

Shelly was excited about a field trip to the library to work on the computer.

With Sarah.

Why was that flattering?

She’d been surrounded by people who were excited to be with her...in the VIP section of the hottest club or enjoying Sunday brunch where a Hillman credit card covered the tab.

Shelly needed to get out more.

For that matter, so did Sarah. These shoes pinched her toes like the worst torture device and they were at least two inches shorter than her dancing shoes.

“Shelly, you’re the best. I don’t know what I’d do without you.” Sarah studied the scribbled writing on her pad to avoid eye contact. “But this is a job I should do myself.”

Shelly’s grin faded, but before she could smooth things over, Sarah added, “Instead, I think this afternoon we should...” What did women bond over other than shopping and lunch?

“Talk. We should definitely talk.” Sarah nodded confidently and watched Shelly process her weirdness. “Meanwhile, keep your fingers crossed.” She straightened her shoulders. “Bub, keep an eye on the place.”

He woofed and then meandered into her office to jump onto the couch.

“Les is coming in this morning. Anything you need me to pass along?” Shelly tugged the bottom of her shirt and then fussed with the gray hair at her temples. “He wants my opinion on paint colors. He’s repainting his house.”

Les, the retired vet who went above and beyond for Paws for Love... Was Shelly into him? The mention of his name certainly brought color to Shelly’s cheeks.