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and taken up residence in a prime unit at Poplar Bend, Libby and her two younger sisters, Julie and Paige, had gotten all sorts of negative feedback about Marva’s behavior.
    None of them knew precisely what to do about Marva.
    Picking up the receiver, she almost blurted out what she was thinking—“It’s not my week to watch her. Call Julie or Paige”—and by the time she had a proper “Hello” ready, Tate had already spoken.
    No one else’s voice affected her in the visceral way his did.
    “I need those dogs,” he said, almost furtively. “Tonight.”
    Libby blinked. “I beg your pardon.”
    “I need the dogs,” Tate repeated. Then, after a long pause that probably cost him, he added, “Please?”
    “Tate, what on earth—? Do you realize what time it is?” She squinted at the kitchen clock, but the room was dark and since she’d just been passing through with a basket of towels from the dryer, she hadn’t bothered to flip on a light switch.
    “Eight?” Tate said.
    “Oh,” Libby said, mildly embarrassed. The hours since she’d left the Perk Up had dragged so that she thought surely it must be at least eleven.
    “You know I’ll give them a good home,” Tate went on. “The dogs, I mean.”
    Libby suppressed a sigh. The pups were curled up together on the hooked rug in the living room, sound asleep. Faced with the prospect of actually giving them up, she knew she was going to miss them—a lot.
    “Yes,” she agreed. “I know. You can pick them up anytime tomorrow. Just stop by the shop and I’ll—”
    “It has to be tonight, and—well—if you could deliver them—”
    “Deliver them?”
    “Look, it’s a lot to ask, I know that,” Tate said, “and I can’t explain right now, and I can’t leave, either, even though Garrett and Esperanza are both here, because it’s the girls’ birthday and everything.”
    “And you want to give them the dogs for a present after all?”
    “Something like that. Lib, I know it’s an imposition, but I’d really appreciate it if you could bring them out here right about now.”
    “But you haven’t even seen them—”
    “Dogs are dogs,” Tate said. “They’re all great. And I figure you wouldn’t have suggested I adopt them if they weren’t good around kids.”
    “It’s normally not the best idea to give pets as gifts, Tate. Too much fuss and excitement isn’t good for the animal or the child.” What was she saying?
    She’d been the one to suggest the adoption in the first place, and with good reason—the poor creatures needed the kind of home Tate could give them. With him, they would have the best of everything, and, more important, Tate was a dog person. He’d proved that with Crockett and a lot of other animals, too.
    “We’re not talking about dyed chicks and rabbits at Easter here, Lib,” Tate replied. He was nearly whispering.
    “What about kibble—and, well—things they’ll need?”
    “They can survive on ground sirloin until I can get to the store and pick up dog chow tomorrow,” Tate reasoned. “I’m in a fix, Libby. I need your help.”
    The pups had risen from the hooked rug and stood shoulder to shoulder in the doorway now, ears perked, tails wagging. Her heart sank a little at the sight.
    “Okay,” Libby heard herself say. “We’ll be there as soon as I can load them into my car and make the drive.”
    Tate let out a long breath. “Great,” he said. “I owe you, big-time.”
    You can say that again, buster, Libby thought. How about fixing me up with a new heart, since you broke the one I’ve got?
    The call ended.
    “You’re going to be McKettrick dogs now,” Libby told the guys, with a sniffle in her voice. “Best of the best. You’ll probably have your own bedrooms and separate nannies.”
    They wagged harder. It was impossible, of course, but Libby would have sworn they knew they were headed for a place where they could settle in and belong, for good.
    “Heck,” she added, on a roll, “you’ll