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didn’t know why he was talking to the animal, but he kept his voice low and easy so the dog wouldn’t be afraid of him.
    As slowly as possible, he slid his arm toward the shivering dog. Not an easy feat, because there wasn’t a lot of space between the wall and the Dumpster, and with the dog wedged back there, he could barely fit his hand. But the tiny being wasn’t trying to shy away from him, and he kept talking to him as he got ahold of his fur and managed to pull him out from his hiding spot.
    â€œThere you go. Now you’re free.”
    He picked up the dog, who couldn’t weigh more than ten pounds. If that much.
    Jesus, what a mess. He was wet, covered in mud and filth, and, Christ, did he stink. He couldn’t even tell what kind of breed the dog was since he was so muddy. All he knew was it was small. And kind of furry—maybe. And matted. And stinky.
    But he was shivering, no doubt cold and scared. Brady pulled the dog against his chest.
    â€œCome on, you wet thing. Let’s get you someplace dry.”
    As he was holding the dog, he realized he didn’t have a lot of options other than the supply closet. But it was ventilated, and at least it was warm and dry. He grabbed a few shop towels and spread them on the floor in there, placing the dog on top of the towels. The tiny fur ball turned around several times and curled up in a tight circle, promptly going to sleep.
    With a shrug, Brady closed the door, went into the break room to grab a bowl and fill it with water, then opened thedoor to the supply closet and put the bowl next to the dog. He barely opened his eyes to peer up at Brady, then went back to sleep.
    â€œTraumatic morning, huh, buddy?” Brady asked before shutting the door behind him.
    He figured he’d check on the dog in a little while, but for now, he had to get some work done.
    After finishing up two vehicles, he checked on the dog, who was still asleep. Some of the mud had dried on him, but damn, that dog was a mess. On his lunch hour, he dashed to the pet store to pick up some dog shampoo and flea dip, along with dog food, a harness, and a leash, though he had no idea why, since the dog probably got loose from someone’s yard in the rain and this would all be a waste of money. But whatever, he couldn’t have the thing be dirty and hungry. He ran back to the shop and opened the door to the closet. The dog had been asleep, but when he heard Brady, he sat up on his blanket of towels and wagged his tail.
    â€œFirst things first, Killer. You need a bath.”
    He scooped up the dog and deposited him in the oversized sink in the garage, rinsed off the caked mud, then lathered the little guy up with shampoo and rinsed it off. After that, he gave the dog a flea dip, though he hadn’t seen any fleas when he washed him. But better to err on the safe side. He grabbed clean towels to dry off the dog, only to discover “he” was a “she.”
    Well, hell.
    He picked her up and stared down at her now-exceptionally cute, fluffy face. His parents had only had one dog—Benjie—and they’d gotten him when Brady was a teen, so he hadn’t grown up around animals, even though he’d always wanted one when he was little. And he’d always been on the go as an adult, so getting his own dog hadn’t been an option for him.
    â€œWhat’s a girl like you doing wandering the alleys and getting all muddy?”
    No response, but she did lick his nose.
    â€œYeah, don’t get too attached. We’re not going to be lifelong friends.”
    She was damned adorable, with brown-and-white-tipped fur and the cutest ears. He had no idea what breed she was, but she sure was cute. And who would let a dog like her outside without watching her?
    He put on her harness and attached the leash. “How about a walk?”
    She wagged her tail, but she balked when he started outside the garage bay doors. She’d only walked about