to, particularly when she had an apple fry in one hand and a potato fry in the other. That didn’t stop her from saying, “Again,” when she’d completed one circuit.
Ella turned her stool a second time, aware of Noah’s gaze upon them.
“Woof.” Penny was halfway around on the stool. She pointed out the window and dropped the potato fry. “Uh-oh.”
Ella stopped spinning as she realized what Penny had seen—a yellow dog with an uneven gait. “Someone’s dog is outside.”
“That’s a Labrasnoodle.” Roy moved toward the window. “Does it belong to one of you Monroes? It’s one of them designer dogs. A Labrapoo or Doodledoo or something.”
“We brought kids,” Shane said loftily. “Not dogs.”
“The dog’s limping.” Roy peered to the side. “Come on, Doc. Looks like someone dumped a dog out here again.” Roy glanced back at Noah.
Ella and Sophie exchanged raised-eyebrow glances, as if thinking the same thing: What was a young veterinarian doing in an old town like this?
Noah didn’t get up. “I’m a surgeon, not a vet.” His fingers flexed.
Ella and Sophie continued to be perplexed: What was a young surgeon doing in an old town like this?
A yellow, curly-haired Labradoodle placed two large paws on the diner’s window, peeked inside, barked once and then dropped back to all fours.
“Woof,” Penny barked again.
Her antics made the twins giggle and a preteen girl with braces say, “Ahhh, how cute.”
Roy opened the door and the dog burst in, along with a surge of cold air. His feet scrambled for purchase and he slipped and slid around the room, managing to gobble up Penny’s fry on the floor before he crashed into Noah almost the same way Penny had done.
The dog put his big paws on Noah’s sturdy thighs, then he exhibited a panting grin that passed over every human in the room before settling on Noah. Immediately, he was surrounded by eight schoolchildren eager to pet the dog and take a photo with their tablets.
“Isn’t this against some kind of health code?” Shane asked from one of the dark green booths. He was nursing a cup of black coffee and reading a thin local pamphlet on real estate for sale in the area.
Ella made a mental note to get a copy for herself.
“In winter, the health codes are more like guidelines.” Roy thrust his hands in his pockets and rocked back on his heels. “And in winter the Bent Nickel is more like Ivy’s family room.”
“Talk like that will get me shut down quicker than the wind whips down this stretch of road during a blizzard,” Ivy snapped. And then her tone softened. “I’d prefer to report that Doc’s therapy dog came in the diner today. Just keep him out of the kitchen.”
“I’ll get you a bag of dog food, Doc.” A tall woman grabbed her coat and hurried out the door.
“He’s not mine.” Noah sounded put out.
Roy put his hands on his knees and bent to peer at the canine. “He’s not putting any weight on that back foot. Why do you think that is, Doc?”
Noah shook his head. “Again, not a vet.”
Mitch cut his way through the crowd and ran his hands around the dog’s neck. “I saw this guy outside earlier. He wouldn’t come to me and he doesn’t have a collar.”
Most of the kids drifted back to the counter and their food.
Laurel had recovered enough from being carsick to get up and go over to pet the dog. “He might be microchipped.”
“Not likely if he don’t have a collar.” Roy sat down by the fire and whistled for the dog. “We’ve had folks dump pets out here before. Sad way to treat a member of the family.”
Ella’s compassion for the dog increased.
“Woof.” Penny’s eyes were huge. She’d never seen such a large dog before.
The dog heard Penny and wagged his big tail, but he didn’t move from his position in Noah’s lap.
“Come on, boy.” Roy whistled again, slapping his thin thighs. “Dogs love me.”
The dog wasn’t budging from Noah.
“Maybe he’s deaf,” Roy said brightly. He had the kind of attitude that nothing could bring down, not even a blizzard.
The dog turned his head to smile at Roy.
“He’s made up his mind.” Roy stood. “Dogs have a way of choosing people and he seems to have chosen you, Doc.”
Noah sighed and stared into the dog’s big brown eyes. “Are we really going to do this?”
The dog bumped his big nose against Noah’s chin, making all the children laugh.
Noah ran his gloved hands over the dog’s torso and down each of his front legs. And then he ran his hand down the leg the dog held off the ground.
The poor boy yelped and somehow—big as he was—managed to climb completely into Noah’s lap.
“Best take him to your clinic,” Roy said. “He might need surgery.”
Noah blanched.
“While you take care of the dog, Noah, I’ll check in our guests.” Mitch gestured that they should follow him, which was easier said than done. Everyone had to bundle up first.
Shane drove the SUV two businesses down from the diner and parked, while Laurel, Sophie and Ella ushered the kids along the shoveled walk.
The diner, the general store, with its two gas pumps and a single-bay garage, and the inn had all been built along the river and had enough space between the two-lane highway and the buildings for a vehicle to pull in and park perpendicular to the road. There was a narrow sidewalk from one building to another covered by a slanted roof to offer some protection against the elements, although not the cold.
There were small log-cabin houses up and down the highway, many of which looked forlorn and deserted. There were many buildings on the other side of the road, both new and old. A huge log cabin sat on the corner and butted against another small highway, across from which was a small church and a building with a cupola and bell.
Ella didn’t relish doing a market assessment with so many buildings spread out and heavy snow in the forecast. Would she have to shovel her way to every door?
The icy wind blew strong enough to chafe Ella’s cheeks and sweep Penny’s feet out from under her.
Ella kept her daughter upright but shrugged deeper into her stadium jacket. “I hate cold.”
“You should come live near me in Southern California.” Laurel wrapped her thin leather jacket tighter around her chest. “Since you have to move.”
“Don’t take her away from me,” Sophie countered. “I’m determined to get a job at the museum in downtown Philadelphia.” Sophie had been the Monroes’ art-collection curator.
Yes, the collection was so large it needed a manager.
“Cold, Mom.” Penny raised her arms to be lifted into Ella’s.
They hurried past the garage and then climbed the stairs onto the wood porch, which spanned the length of the inn, and went inside.
The Lodgepole Inn was a long, two-story log cabin wedged between the highway and a bend in the river. The logs used to build the cabin hadn’t been planed. Their curving girth took an extra foot off the interior on every exterior wall, making the large space seem cozier somehow.
“How big is this place?” Ella asked while Mitch checked her in.
“The Lodgepole Inn has