WANTED (POWELL SANCTUARY #4) BY A. M. WILSON EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: A. M. WILSON
- Language: English
- Genre: contemporary romance
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Jude
One. Two. Three. Four.
The tension gripping my muscles slowly begins to melt away.
Five. Six. Seven.
The urge to keep counting stops. Feeling returns to my fingertips, the
rushing blood making them tingle. The clack of my dogs’ nails across the
hardwood floors joins the excited yips and barks as the pack vies for the
door.
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I step into a pair of filthy mud boots, slip on a black beanie, and shove
open the exit to let this rowdy crew outside.
The group of dogs takes off to the trail for our daily walk. Most of them
have been with me long enough to know the routine and stick with the pack.
It’s rare that anyone straggles behind. Not that it matters much, as the entire
property is fenced.
I drag a cleansing breath of Minnesota spring air into my lungs, ridding
myself of the remaining anxiety flowing through my veins, and march off to
follow my livelihood trampling through the woods.
Snow melts across the property, crunching beneath my footsteps. The
trees remain bare for another couple of weeks until the buds begin to sprout
on their branches.
There’s nothing I’d rather be doing than taking care of the dogs residing
at my family’s dog sanctuary. My oldest brother, Lee, might be the business
owner, but I live and breathe the day-to-day care of these animals.
They’re my passion.
They’re loyal and loving despite shitty upbringings. I never have to
worry about their betrayal.
I see myself in them—scarred, broken, unloved, and unwanted by the
people who promised to love us the most.
My body might be littered with scars, but they don’t fucking care. Hell,
their wounds are both visible and internal—just like my own.
People have let me down over and over again, but I’ve not once been let
down by one of my dogs.
I whistle and jerk my head toward the path. Grizz and Toyota bound
across the muddy ground, chasing one another back to the trail. As we walk,
I eye the fence for breakages after the long winter. I clean sticks and debris
from the path and throw a couple of tennis balls for the dogs to chase and
burn off energy.
We stop at the small pond. During the summer, the dogs will run in for a
swim, but they’re content to roam the shore today. I gaze at the dark water
and toss a couple of rocks into the depths, watching the ripples spread
before throwing another.
I keep my life simple. Private. Quiet. Just the way I like it.
Ramona grunts around my ankles, so I pick up the old Frenchie to carry
her back.
The sun shines down overhead, reminding me to grab sunglasses next
time I’m out here. I prefer the warm months to snow, but I miss the swaths
of gray skies from the winter.
I herd the dogs back to the main path to return to the house as my phone
rings from my pocket.
“Jack,” I answer. My throat grows instantly tight.
One. Two. Three.
I count until the feeling abates. It’s usually before I get to twelve but
never more than twenty.
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