temples, he was handsome and muscular, his masculinity so strong she felt a ripple run through her.
Better and better, she thought as she came closer.
'Yes, ma'am?' the man said, 'what can I do for you?'
'Are you Brian Forbes?'
'Yes.'
'My name is Lisa Hamilton. I understand you sell dogs.'
'Yes, that's right. I raise German shepherds.'
'Forrest Phillips recommended you to me,' Lisa continued, tilting her head to one side and smiling pertly at him. 'He said his dog Atilla came from here.'
Brian Forbes studied the voluptuous young woman for a moment, and then slowly a little twinkle started in his eyes. 'Oh, he did, did he?'
'He also said you trained Atilla. Trained the dog in everything it knows. I must say you did a very thorough job, Mr. Forbes.'
'Were you interested in a German shepherd like Atilla?'
'Why, it's as if you were reading my mind.'
'You know, it's downright amazing how many people want a pet like Atilla. I get more business through recommendations than you can shake a stick at, especially from nice young ladies like yourself.'
'I just bet you do, Mr. Forbes.'
'It's kinda expensive, but lots of folks don't mind because I train 'em 'specially to suit the person. Sorta tailor-made to fit your needs, if you follow me, Mizz Hamilton.
'A nine week old litter is in the runs behind the house now, ah… Lisa.'
Lisa Hamilton felt an anticipatory chill running up her spine at the thought of the training sessions to come… and of finally owning her own, private Atilla, Jr. She slipped her arm through Brian Forbe's, saying lightly:
'Then let's go behind the house and see what you've got to offer, shall we?'
