“That’s a good thing. If she’s drawing attention to herself, she’s not doing her job. Well, unless I were to be in some kind of health crisis, then she would get help or bring my medication. But she’s very good at what she does. Since I’ve added her to my life, she’s kept me from getting so distracted I miss drops or spikes in my glucose level.”
“So I shouldn’t pet her.”
“Not while she’s wearing her cape.” That tight-lipped, tense smile returned as her head gave a curt, dismissive shake.
“Cape?”
“Vest. She understands that when she’s wearing it, she’s working. When it’s off, she can play like any other dog.”
“Ah, okay. Does it bother you that I’m asking about this?” An intrusion into his own life would’ve been met with some resistance if the roles were reversed. And the last thing he wanted to do was make Isabeau feel isolated.
“Actually, no. It’s good to have something to talk about while I work.”
“How does she detect your blood sugar?”
“She senses it by smell.”
“Like a drug dog?”
“Or hunting dog, or search-and-rescue dog. Same premise, but fine-tuned. Not all service dogs can do it. Some do tasks like get help if there’s a problem or bring medicines or steady the person if they’re feeling faint. But she’s got that something extra.” With a stretch, Isabeau’s spine arched back, drawing his eye as she settled against the desk again. “There. I have all I need to order your new wardrobe. Some of it has to be special-ordered, but I can pick up what you’ll need for your sister’s wedding.”
“Thanks, I appreciate it. But I hope you know that clothes aren’t going to change the core of who I am or what I say.”
There. He’d thrown down the gauntlet.
He’d enjoyed this fitting session a helluva lot more than he ever would have expected. And he knew without question that the woman in front of him had made all the difference in the day. Already he looked forward to their next sparring match.
So why not make the most of this month of jumping through social hoops?
His hand whispered against her impossibly soft skin, tension mounting as their eyes locked. “The best way to keep my rogue mouth in line is to stay right by my side. Be more than a media consultant. Be my date for my sister’s wedding.”
Copyright © 2018 by Catherine Mann
ISBN-13: 9781488091964
His Best Friend’s Sister
Copyright © 2018 by Sarah M. Anderson
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