Lahat ng Kabanata ng All I Want for Christmas is Pooch: Kabanata 11 - Kabanata 20

A genuine belly laugh emanated from Brady’s mouth as he took the little Havanese in. He had his face pressed against the kennel so that his snout was sticking out the kennel, a silent plea to be released from his cage so that he could play. Despite the fact that Noelle had made sure he had a few toys, fresh water, and the best dog food they had on hand, that wasn’t enough. Clearly, this little guy was a people person.“Look at you!” Noelle said, pausing to take him in and let Brady catch his breath. “Aren’t you pathetic.”“Does he always do that?” Brady asked. “It looks uncomfortable.”“I haven’t seen him do that before,” she said with a shrug. “But he probably recognizes your scent. Do you want to pet him?”“Absolutely.” Brady’s answer came without question, and she smiled, popping open t

City Hall, the building where the city council met, was built in the 1940s. Though it was evident the interior had been redone a few decades after that, as Brady sat beneath a flickering fluorescent light that refused to fully commit to its job, he had to wonder why Mayor Jenkins, who sat at the head of the oblong table, would rather spend the city’s budget on a parking garage he didn’t see the need for than a million other items--including the refurbishment of the building they were sitting in now.The rest of the board members seemed complacent with the way things currently were. Four men and one woman, one other woman absent, all of them older than Brady, all of them professionals of one sort or another, though two of the men had retired from their other careers, he could tell they hadn’t been particularly happy to be called in to meet with Mayor Jenkins on a Monday afternoon, but the mayor was so keen on getting things going with hi

“Hi!” Did she sound too enthusiastic? She thought maybe she sounded too enthusiastic.“Hi.” He returned her smile, though he didn’t seem to be quite as loud as she was. “How are you?”“I’m good. How are you?”“Good--thanks.” He stared at her for a moment, and Noelle fumbled for words, getting a little lost in his eyes. “Do you have a break room or someplace we can sit?”“Oh, yeah! This way.” She shook her head, trying to clear it, and then gestured for him to follow her. She hadn’t expected him to eat with her. For some reason, she’d thought he’d want to take Pooch for his walk while she ate, that he’d just been being nice when he offered to bring her lunch. She was right to be prepared, just in case.The break room was small--just a round table with two chairs wedg

“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

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