other way around.
“Man, I’m sorry,” Jackson jumped to his feet and Carson pressed against his lower leg. “Trick it’s great to see you!” He slapped my back. “You got this right!” He looked at Carson and then his gaze turned to Choo and Bullet.
“Oh, my, God!” Choo said. “Honey, you had better look out because I have found my new love.”
“Okay, Baby,” Jackson leaned closer to me. “Thank you. If Choo’s happy then I’m happy.”
I couldn’t help but smile. I understood this to be the case with all couples. When one was miserable, everyone was miserable.
Jackson added, “He misses Kong and Bernie and Scorsese and Spielberg. I mean, we go over there nearly every day, but my man loves his dogs and he wants some at our house.”
Jackson walked toward the door where Choo, with Bullet still in his arms, had retreated. Carson walked beside Jackson as if he’d done it all his life. “And this guy,” Jackson’s hand patted Carson’s head. “I can already tell this guy is going to love running with me every morning.” Carson’s tail beat back and forth, because as much as humans think that dogs don’t speak our language, I knew otherwise. Carson was active and so was Jackson, and these two were a perfect match.
Their housekeeper greeted me at the door and took my garment bag. I followed Choo and Jackson through the house out to the back patio. Beers were in a bucket on the table.
“Stella?” Jackson asked.
“After that drive? Yes, please.”
Jackson grabbed a beer, twisted it open, and handed it to me. Choo sat on the patio couch with his feet tucked up under him and Bullet curled up on his lap.
“He is going to love meeting Kong,” Choo said as he stroked the top of Bullet’s head.
“I’m not so sure about that, Honey.” Jackson settled next to Choo. “They’re both pretty strong personalities in little packages.”
“They’ll have to check each other out,” Choo declared as he scratched behind Bullet’s ears. “But then they’ll be best buds. Isn’t that what it’s like when you meet someone that has a similar personality to you? You hate them, and then you love them.”
Jackson placed his arm around Choo’s shoulder.
Choo’s gaze landed on me. “How did you know?” I settled into a chair across from Choo and Jackson. “How do you know which pups are perfect for certain people?”
My hand scraped over my jaw and I tilted my head. I looked at this happy family. Bullet on Choo’s lap and Jackson with his arm around Choo while Carson lay curled at Jackson’s feet. How did I know?
“I’m not sure it’s got anything to do with me. Most dogs know when they meet their people. And these two? Well, to me, they felt just perfect for you and Jackson, like they’d complete your family.”
Choo’s gaze left me and turned to Jackson, his eyes traveling over his face. “They’re a start.”
Jackson’s body stiffened with Choo’s words. His smile remained on his face, but a quirk of his eyebrows indicated that Choo’s comment was just a few words in a long ongoing conversation. I sure didn’t want any part of that discussion. Better to change the subject. “What time is the party tonight?”
Choo’s gaze came back to me and his smile widened. “Red carpet is at five.”
“You want me to do the carpet?” I shook my head and closed my eyes. Damn, I hadn’t considered this. I hated being trotted out like a show dog at Westminster.
“You need press and donations for Pawtown, and this is a red carpet event. Aside from the dogs, you’re the best thing going for Pawtown. You do need to remember that the public still loves you. If I have my info correct, you get offered films and TV pilots every year.”
“Don’t tell Angie.”
“Oh, believe me, she knows. Angie and I talk. A lot. Baby, you gots to get on these connections to keep Pawtown in the black.”
A sigh escaped my lips. My sister. While I wanted to be annoyed, she was right to reach out to