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“He was in front of your car. You would have had to go
forward when you should have been going in reverse.” My fingers
balled into a fist just so I could have something to squeeze. I could
barely believe we were actually having this conversation. “Did you
hit him on purpose?”
At first, he didn’t move at all; he just kept staring at me.
Then, very slowly, Tucker’s lips curled up in the corners. “Why
would I do that? I love dogs.”
His response would have knocked me backward if I wasn’t
already kneeling. The chilly March air had nothing to do with the
goose bumps that broke out all up and down my arms. Tucker, my
sweet, gentle boyfriend, hit my dog with his car on purpose. He
should have been worried and freaking out, and … my frantic
thoughts were interrupted by a pathetic whimper from Trouble.
“Shhh, boy, it’s all right.” I bit my lip; it was so hard not to
reach out and touch him.
Then Gunner was back, shouting out a telephone number
over and over so he wouldn’t forget it. I quickly called. As it was
ringing, I stood up protectively over my dog and in front of my
brother. “Get out of here, Tucker.”
He raised an eyebrow like he was inviting me to challenge
him. I stared back with as much steel as I could muster against this
boy who had such a hold on my heart. After a few rings, a woman
picked up the phone and anounced, “Hello, Hope Veterinary Office.
How may I help you?”
“Yeah, hi, my name is Chelsea Keller, and my dog just got
hit by a car.”
When Tucker saw that my focus was elsewhere, he dropped
his gaze and turned around to get into his car. Gunner tried to step
in between the car and Trouble, but I grabbed his shirt to keep him
in place.
“Okay, hang on. Let me transfer you to our emergency
department.”
Tucker’s silver Chevy backed out of the driveway with such
a ferocious roar I thought he might leave skid marks on the blacktop.
As he pulled away down the street, he met my eyes through the
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