Pooch was so excited to see Brady, he couldn’t help but laugh as the little guy squirmed in his arms and licked his face. He was glad he already had the leash attached to his collar so he could set him down. Even then, the dog jumped up and down, pawing at his leg, wanting so badly to have Brady’s full attention.
He did--for the moment. Noelle was getting her coat and gloves on and said she was going to get Blacky from his cage to take him for a quick walk. She wouldn’t be able to be away from the front for too long since there were no volunteers to help anyone that might come in, but the fact that she was going to spend a few moments walking with them in the back of the shelter had Brady smiling widely as he stooped to pet Pooch.
She sure had a way of helping him get his thoughts together. When he’d come into the shelter with her lunch in hand, he’d had an idea that there was something they could do to hel
“You want to do what?” Martha Davis asked, her eyes wide as she stared across her desk at Brady.“Bring Christmas back,” he said, infusing energy into his voice instead of the doubt he was feeling inside. He didn’t know this woman well enough to gauge her reaction, but he had the idea that she thought he was crazy, despite the discussion they’d had at the meeting the day before.She shook her head. “Brady, I understand what you’re saying, I do. And I agreed with what you had to say yesterday. But as my fellow council members said at the meeting, I don’t know how it can be done.”Brady flashed her his winning smile. “I think it can. Listen, you’re good friends with Doris Snow, right?”Martha nodded, her forehead crinkling. They were sitting in her office near the downtown shopping district. She worked as a therapist when she
It was dark by the time Noelle got home from work, but then, it was almost always dark when she got home from work, whether it was the dead of winter like it was right now or the middle of summer when the sun stayed up until almost 9:00. Still, as she got out of her car and headed toward her apartment, it just seemed like she had missed out on most of the day. She loved her job but hated the fact that she was at the shelter for so long, she often missed out on the fun parts of life, especially this time of year.A light snow had started falling not long after Brady had left the shelter. Though it had stopped, her feet crunched through a light dusting as she headed toward the stairs that led up to her apartment. She’d have to be careful in the morning in case it froze over.Once upstairs, she unlocked her door, wondering why she ever even bothered to lock it in Holiday Hills, and pressed inside, flipping on the lights and dropping
Once Noelle had her coat on, Brady opened the door for her. Noelle took her keys, wallet, and phone and headed out the door.The snow was coming down again, catching the light and twinkling as it fell all around them. Noelle locked up and then headed down the stairs. Brady stayed with her, one hand on the railing, the other out in case she should fall.The steps were slick already. Had it gotten so much colder in just the few minutes she had been inside that ice had formed? She hadn’t realized how cold it had become.Noelle had just reached the bottom step and was crossing onto the landing when her foot slid out from underneath her. Having already released the handrail, she felt herself shooting up into the air and then careening backward. The idea that she was about to collide with the ground had her holding her breath, but it wasn’t the icy walkway that met her back.It was Brady’s
Sitting across from Noelle in the little diner in Holiday Hills was a far cry from the fancy restaurants Brady used to take his ex-girlfriend to in the big city. Charlotte would’ve never thought this place was good enough for her. Not only was Noelle perfectly content to eat at such an establishment, she hadn’t ordered a salad and a glass of water, opting for chicken and dumplings, one of Brady’s favorites, instead.“So… what made you decide to become a city planner?” Noelle asked as she took a drink of soda.“Well, it’s always been a dream of mine,” Brady admitted. “I love architecture and engineering, but I also like finance and accounting. I figured this would be a good way to use all of those interests.” He smiled at her and then took another bite of his beef stroganoff. This diner had a wide variety of dishes to keep a person warm on a cold night, and he’d fou
Brady pulled to a stop in front of Noelle’s apartment and turned the truck off, thinking he’d walk her to her doorstep so that she wouldn’t have to risk falling again. He hated to dwell on the fact that she’d slipped earlier. He doubted she’d ever fallen before, or at least not frequently, and had certainly traversed that section of walkway thousands of times, but now that he knew it was a possibility she might fall and hurt herself, he couldn’t help the compulsion to protect her.Only Noelle wasn’t getting out of the truck. Maybe she was waiting for him to come around to open the door for her, like a gentleman. He reached for the door handle, but then she started talking. “Thanks for dinner,” Noelle said.“Sure. Thank you. I’m sorry again that it got sprung on you at the last minute.”She giggled. “That’s my mom.”
Being quiet in the kitchen in the morning was something Brady had had to get used to. Most days, he was up before his hosts, and he didn’t want to wake them as he went about making his coffee and grabbing a bagel or toast on his way out the door.The morning after he’d had dinner with Noelle, he walked into the kitchen to see Rob there already, sipping some coffee with his robe on over his pajamas, staring at his phone, a groggy look on his face.Studying him for a moment, Brady tried to figure out what was going on. “Good morning,” he said.Rob looked up, his eyes bleary, and said, “Good morning. How are you this morning, Brady?” He stifled a yawn.“I’m good,” Brady said, thinking that was truer that morning than most days. He was looking forward to his lunch meeting, getting on with the Christmas event planning, and of course seeing Noelle and Po
Arriving at the shelter a little earlier than normal, Noelle pulled into her spot and checked her phone one more time before she went in. Still no response to the message she’d sent the night before. Frustrated, she slipped her phone into her pocket and turned off her car, grabbing her bag and heading to the front door, her keys in her hand.That familiar smell of animals who had been in cages all night hit her lungs. She groaned. What she wouldn’t give for kennels that allowed the dogs to go outside overnight if they needed to! As long as it was secure and there was no chance they could get loose, it would be a great way to make sure the animals that came to her already house trained stayed that way and keep all of them from having to mess where they lived, which most dogs hated.“At least the cats have litter boxes,” she muttered, taking her bag to her office and locking it in a drawer before she took her coat,
The diner was more crowded for lunch than it had been the night before when Brady had been sitting across from Noelle over dinner instead of with Harry Green in a booth a few down from the one he’d shared with the beautiful animal lover. Harry wasn’t quite as easy on the eyes, but after some initial pushback, similar to what he’d gotten from Martha, he’d started to open up. By the time they were almost finished with their soup and sandwiches, Harry was on board.Taking a sip of his sweet tea, Harry nodded his head. “Everything you have outlined sounds good to me, Brady. The fact that you got Doris Snow to head it up speaks volumes. I don’t have any problem at all throwing my support behind the events. I do think it will be difficult to get Jenkins’s approval, but as long as there’s not a tie on the board, it won’t matter.”“Do you think you can help me get at least two mo