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girlish figure. Besides I gotta get some rest, I have an appointment to get my hair done in the morning. If I go in with bags under my eyes the other ladies will want to know what I've been up to.”
    “You could have waited until in the morning to come see me.”
    “You’ll be at the shop right? Yeah, no.” She hated going into the shop, even though she’d helped his dad open it in the early 80s. “I’ve seen enough pussy to last a lifetime, and if I forget what one looks like I’ll pull out my compact.”
    “Alright then.”
    She picked up her oversized purse and put a hand on his shoulder before she smacked a loud his on the top of his head, “You should send that vet lady flowers or chocolates or something with a nice thank you card. Men like you don’t get rescued very often, you should appreciate it when it happens.”
     

Sidney’s head was going to explode. She was going to die and she hoped it would be soon. “Fran, could you please make that dog shut up? Like right this instant,” she called out from her office.
    “What’s your issue?” Fran popped her head into the room.
    “I just have a really really bad headache. Is there anything else that has to be done today or can it be pushed to tomorrow?”
    “Well Mrs. Turner is coming to pick her cat up and you still need to sign his paperwork. But nothing else that I can think of… Oh and you have a delivery sitting on the front desk.” Her mouth turned down in distaste.
    “Good, I’ll take care of that and then I’m out of here.” The whole day had been a pile of steaming shit and she couldn’t wait to get home and into bed.  She wanted to figure out what was happening to her but her brain physically hurt. It would be nice if she could just forget the last week had ever happened. No saving superwolves who turned into sexy ripped men in her kitchen, no phone call from David, and definitely no drinking wine until she passed out. She wasn’t sure if any of it had happened, it was entirely possible that she was having a break from reality. The stress of moving to a new place after having walked in on your fiancé banging another woman coupled with the loneliness she’d been feeling could lead to some sort of mental breakdown. Wolves that big don’t even exist, that should have been the tip-off that something wonky was going on with her brain. Nor do they understand and obey humans and then morph into naked men. It just didn’t happen.
    She walked down the hall to the front desk and picked up Fluffy Turner’s paperwork. That done she saw her delivery, it was a huge basket with a bottle of wine, some gourmet cheese and crackers and an envelope. Her hands trembled as she reached for it, the last thing she needed was another apology from David, she had hoped he’d gotten the message on the phone the other night but obviously not.
    The trembling intensified as she read the note:
     
    I noticed you were a little low on wine when I left, try not to drink all of this in one sitting though. I’ll be by to pick you up on Friday at 8. Just taking you out for a bite to eat to say thanks for saving my life. Don’t wear nothing fancy, this town hasn’t got any fancy restaurants to take you to.
    “Red”
     
    She dropped the note on the ground. Could this be real? Really real like as in, reality? No, it couldn’t, she just couldn’t accept it.
    “Hey, you dropped this,” Fran handed her the note.
    “Read it.”
    “What?”
    “Read it and tell me what it says.”
    Fran read the note back to her, the same words she had just read, so unless her hallucination was painfully complex, someone had really sent this to her. “Whose life did you save?”
    “Doesn’t matter,” she turned around went back into her office, shutting the door with a loud click, she was going to need time to process this. Time and lots and lots of wine. 

The day just wouldn’t end fast enough. He’d had bitches yapping in his ear constantly since he’d walked into work