Hell, a woman hadn’t been even a glimmer of a possibility in too long to contemplate. Besides, sleep was overrated, and it wasn’t as if a woman had been on his calendar, anyway. After all, like tended to recognize like. In Milo’s world, food still trumped everything else.Īdam got that. He was a search-and-rescue dog now, but not too long ago, he’d been nothing more than a scrappy, unwanted pup. The ten-month-old yellow lab seemed to smile at that. Milo nudged the pocket of the daypack where his food was kept.Īdam shook his head, finding some humor in the day, after all. “What do you think?” he asked, pretending he wasn’t fighting his still knocking knees to hold him up. Knowing it, Adam forced a few deep breaths to try and slow his heart rate. Milo stood at his side, still in his search and rescue vest, attentive to their surroundings even though he had to be as done in as Adam. Later, he’d have to take it all back out again and carefully repair, clean, and repack everything after the unexpected rescue, but for now he wasn’t particularly inclined toward much besides getting the hell out of there. The freezing burn of the sleet slapping him in the face didn’t help either as he opened his pack and shoved in his gear. It was hard to feel much past the heart-pounding adrenaline surge still making his limbs quiver, but the pain managed to creep through.
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