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child, both parents still living.”
    “Aha!” she yelped, stabbing a finger in the air. “An only child. Bet you were spoiled rotten. There’s the flaw I was looking for.”
    “Aw, c’mon. Even you have to admit I’m a pretty good sharer. You don’t think those ketchup packages just appeared out of thin air, do you? As a single man, I spent years cultivating my assortment of fast food and takeout ketchup. It was vast and I was seriously attached. Yet, I gallantly threw that all away when I decided to make you a bouquet as a sign of the intent to mate. Kind of chivalrous, wouldn’t you say?”
    Viv fanned herself and batted her eyelashes. “The intent to mate ? You talk purty.”
    Jagger chuckled, the deep sound filling the van. “You know what I mean.”
    “Okay, so not spoiled. What’s the one thing you consider a flaw about yourself. I’ll tell you mine if you tell me yours.”
    “I’m infamous for leaving the cap off the toothpaste. I always forget to unscrunch my socks before I put them in the laundry so they wash and dry properly. I’m the guy who puts back the carton of milk with only a drop left in it, and I snore.”
    “You’re a heathen,” she said on a giggle.
    He leaned in toward her and wiggled his eyebrows. “You don’t know the half of it. So now your flaws—go.”
    Viv leaned in toward him, too, because he was so nice to look at up close. “I leave my wet towel on the bathroom floor more often than not. I hit the reset button on the dryer more times than I care to admit because I’m too lazy to fold my clothes, and I always put a roll of toilet paper on with the sheets under, not over. I’m inhumane, I know.”
    “Who’s the heathen?” he teased. “So what you’re saying is, as a couple, we’ll always have partially dried socks and wet towels?”
    “And toilet paper wars.”
    Jagger rested his elbow on the edge of the examining table until their lips were mere inches apart. “It’ll never work, you know that, right?”
    “It would be utterly impossible. You with your half-dried socks and soggy towels. Me with dried-up toothpaste and only a drop of milk. Despicable.”
    Jagger winked, his eyes half-closed as he tilted his head and she tilted hers with a sigh, knowing in a half second their lips would meet, making her heart jump in her chest.
    But a knock on the passenger-side window of the van forced them to jump apart in guilt.
    “Dr. Dubrov? Is everything okay?” Mrs. Andersen called from outside the van.
    Viv scrambled to the back door and slid it open, offering her hand to Mrs. Andersen and pulling her inside.
    The moment she saw Leviticus, his hindquarter shaved and stitched, she began to cry, her blue eyes filled with grief.
    Viv pulled the stool out for her in front of the table and led Mrs. Andersen to it. Squeezing the woman’s shaking shoulder, she comforted, “He’s fine now. I promise it looks worse than it is. He’ll be a bit sore for a few days, and have to wear a cone, but I swear he’ll heal up and be as good as new.”
    Mrs. Andersen reached for Viv’s hand and clung to it as she glanced up at Jagger. “Who or what did this, Dr. Dubrov? Max has a strict rule about us hunting, but Levi was definitely bitten. I just thank God he somehow managed to make his way home!”
    “I don’t know, Mrs. Andersen. I wish I could answer that for you. Yes, Levi was definitely bitten, but I don’t know by what, and I’m clinging to the hope it wasn’t someone here in town. There’s always the risk an animal that’s been run out of its home migrated here from another part of the state, too. So let’s keep that in mind before we jump to conclusions. Okay?”
    Mrs. Andersen’s bottom lip quivered as she reached out and stroked Levi’s head with a pale hand. “I can’t thank you enough for coming to our rescue. Levi’s all I have and I can’t imagine…” She stopped, her voice hitching as she fought more tears.
    Viv rushed in, sensing Jagger’s discomfort.