feet.
A swatch of sable hair, carelessly combed by the warm breeze skipping off the lake, had fallen across his broad forehead. Underneath a heavy growth of stubble, the features were lean and defined, a pleasing clash of sharp angles and rugged planes. Tiny lines fanned out from eyes that should have been hazel or chocolate brown, not a pale amber that reminded Jenna of clover honey.
“I can replace the shoes if necessary.” Dev McGuire broke the silence that had fallen between them and shot the dog a wry look. “It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had to make…ah, restitution for damages.”
Jenna didn’t doubt that for a minute.
“That’s not necessary.” She replaced her shoe and slid off the opposite side of the car.
Dev looked amused, as if he’d guessed that she wanted to keep her distance. Between him and his dog.
“If you ever do see a wolf, Just Jenna, I would recommend taking shelter inside the car.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” Jenna said stiffly. “I appreciate you coming over to get your dog, but don’t let me keep you any longer—”
“Can we get out now?” A small voice piped up from inside the car.
Jenna had been waiting for Tori to talk to her all morning but these weren’t exactly the words she’d wanted to hear.
She winced when her neighbor’s focus shifted to the backseat, where two small faces were framed in the window, noses pressed against the glass.
Jenna hadn’t forgotten about her niece and nephew, she just didn’t want to draw attention to the fact they were there.
She pinned on a smile. “In a minute, sweetheart.”
“When the wolf is gone?”
“It’s not a wolf. It’s just a…dog.” A very large, ferocious-looking dog. Named after a small, delicate flower.
“Oh.” A pause. “Can I pet it?”
Now that Dev McGuire had cleared up the mystery concerning what type of animal had scared her nearly to death, Jenna should have anticipated the request. One of the reasons Tori hadn’t wanted to leave the bed-and-breakfast was because she’d gotten so attached to Mulligan and Lady, Abby and Quinn’s dogs.
The O’Hallorans had encouraged Jenna to bring the children back anytime to play with their pets, but the generous offer hadn’t stemmed the flow of Tori’s tears. To her niece, the dogs represented something else she’d been forced to leave behind.
“I don’t think that’s—” A good idea. Safe.
While Jenna silently sifted through her options until she found the most tactful response, Dev McGuire reached out and opened the car door.
* * *
The two kids that tumbled out of the backseat were miniature replicas of the woman who held Dev responsible for her recent wardrobe malfunction.
“Hi.” Dev squatted down in front of the boy. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jenna advancing like a mama bear protecting her cubs. “I’m Dev. And you are—”
“Logan J. Gardner,” came the serious response.
Dev held back a smile. “It’s nice to meet you, Logan J. Gardner.”
“And this is Tori.” Logan gestured to the blonde pixie hiding behind him.
When Dev turned his attention to the little girl, she dipped her chin and studied the toes of her scuffed sneakers.
“It’s nice to meet you, too, Tori.”
She peeked at him through a fringe of golden lashes. “Your dog is pretty.”
Violet tossed her head and preened as if she’d understood, even though Dev was certain no one had ever used that particular word to describe her before.
“Do you like dogs?” he asked.
Tori nodded shyly.
“Well, she likes kids.”
“For breakfast?” Dev heard Jenna say under her breath.
She stopped several feet away, hovering in the background like a Black Hawk helicopter, ready to swoop in and rescue her children at the first sign of danger.
Dev wondered what had happened to make her so suspicious.
Or maybe it was him she didn’t trust. The last two weeks, Dev had spent more time in the woods than polite society. Not that he was complaining—most of the time he preferred it that way.
“Violet likes to have her ears scratched. Right here.” Dev demonstrated and the dog growled her appreciation. Three pairs of eyes widened at the sound. “Don’t worry. That’s the noise she makes when she’s happy.”
“That’s what she did when she picked up Aunt Jenna’s shoe,” Logan whispered.
Aunt Jenna.
The relief that arrowed through Dev didn’t make any sense.
From the top of her shining hair to the tips of her pedicure, Just Jenna was not his type. She was beautiful, no doubt about it, but everything about her shouted high maintenance. Stylish clothing. Simple but expensive jewelry.
Not to mention she was still looking at him the way she would a ketchup stain on her white jeans.
Jenna reminded him too much of Elaina Hammond. His ex-fiancé had always insisted on having the “best” of everything. The relationship ended when they’d no longer agreed on what that meant.
“Can I pet Violet, Aunt Jenna?” Tori repeated. “Please?”
Jenna tossed the dog a dubious glance. Fortunately, what Violet lacked in looks, she more than made up for in doggy smarts. She thumped her tail a few times and wiggled her eyebrows, a veritable canine poster child for good manners.
Jenna sighed. “I suppose so.”
“Me, too.” Logan dropped to his knees in front of the dog, whose lips peeled back to expose a row of gleaming white teeth.
Dev heard an audible gulp.
“Don’t worry. She’s smiling at you,” he said. “Violet, meet Logan J. Gardner.”
The boy tentatively reached out a hand and his mouth dropped open in amazement when Violet lifted a paw the size of a snowshoe for him to shake.
“See? She’s very well trained,” Dev murmured.
Jenna turned one slim ankle to examine her shoe and Dev almost laughed.
Point taken.
“What kind of dog is she?” Logan asked.
“According to the vet, mostly German shepherd and husky.” Dev ruffled the dog’s ears. “I found her running loose in the woods last summer when she was a pup. It took a few days and two packages of hotdogs to get her to trust me. That’s how she got her name,” he added. “She was shy as a violet.”
Tori plopped down in the grass and Violet cemented their new friendship by swiping the girl’s cheek with her tongue. Tori drew back, giggling.
“See Aunt Jenna! She doesn’t bite.”
“Only shoes.” Dev tipped a smile at Jenna.
A smile she didn’t return.
“I’m sure Mr. McGuire has things to do today. And so do we.” Jenna glanced at the cabin and Dev was pretty sure he saw her…shudder?
Wait a second.
“You’re staying here?” The moment Dev had laid eyes on Jenna, he’d dismissed the notion she’d been staying in the cabin and assumed she had somehow gotten lost and ended up mistaking the