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the mother of invention,” she told him, then explained her thinking. “I made a loop and tied a rope to it because I didn’t have any other way to make sure that he would follow me.”
    There was a stirring vulnerability about the young woman with the long, chestnut hair. It pulled him in. Christopher looked at her thoughtfully, taking care not to allow his amusement at her action to show. Some people were thin-skinned and would construe that as being laughed at. Nothing could have been further from the truth.
    “No leash,” he concluded.
    “No leash,” Lily confirmed. Then, because she thought that he needed more information to go on—and she had no idea what was and wasn’t important when it came to assessing the health of a puppy—she went on to tell the good-looking vet, “I found him on my doorstep—I tripped over him, actually.”
    The way she said it led Christopher to his next conclusion. “And I take it that you don’t know who he belongs to?”
    “No, I don’t. If I did,” Lily added quickly, “I would have brought him back to his owner. But I’ve never seen him before this morning.”
    “Then how do you know the dog’s name is Jonathan?” As far as he could see, the puppy had no dog tags.
    She shrugged almost as if she was dismissing the question. “I don’t.”
    Christopher looked at her a little more closely. Okay, he thought, something was definitely off here. “When you brought him in, you told my receptionist that his name was Jonathan.”
    “That’s what I call him,” she responded quickly, then explained, “I didn’t want to just refer to him as ‘puppy’ or ‘hey, you’ so I gave him a name.” The young woman shrugged and the simple gesture struck him as being somewhat hapless. “He seems to like it. At least he looks up at me when I call him by that name.”
    Christopher didn’t want her being under the wrong impression, even if there was no real harm in thinking that way.
    “The right intonation does that,” he told Lily. “I’ll let you in on a secret,” Christopher went on, lowering his voice as if this was a guarded confession he was about to impart. “He’d respond to ‘Refrigerator’ if you said it the same way.”
    To prove his point, Christopher moved around the exam table until he was directly behind the puppy. Once there, he called, “Refrigerator!” and Jonathan turned his head around to look at him, taking a few follow-up steps in order to better see who was calling him.
    His point proven, Christopher glanced at the woman. “See?”
    She nodded, but in Christopher’s opinion the woman appeared more overwhelmed than convinced. He had been born loving animals, and as far back as he could remember, his world had been filled with critters large and small. He had an affinity for them, something that his mother had passed on to him.
    He was of the mind that everyone should have a pet and that pets improved their owners’ quality of life—as well as vice versa.
    “Just how long have you and Jonathan been together?” he asked. His guess was that it couldn’t have been too long because she and the puppy hadn’t found their proper rhythm yet.
    Lily glanced at her watch before she answered the vet. “In ten minutes it’ll be three hours—or so,” she replied.
    “Three hours,” he repeated.
    “Or so,” she added in a small voice. Christopher paused for a moment. Studying the petite, attractive young woman before him, his eyes crinkled with the smile that was taking over his face.
    “You’ve never had a dog before, have you?” The question was rhetorical. He should have seen this from the very start. The woman definitely did not seem at ease around the puppy.
    “It shows?” She didn’t know which she felt more, surprised or embarrassed by the question.
    “You look like you’re afraid of Jonathan,” he told her.
    “I’m not,” she protested with a bit too much feeling. Then, when the vet made no comment but continued looking at her,