“You asked Remy for the cash and he sent you to me?” He was amused by the thought. And the dog was sad and sweet. He held out his hands and took the puppy.

“Yeah, I have to admit, this one kind of kicks me in the gut, you know,” Zep admitted. “She was supposed to be some fancy family’s beloved pet, but no one wants a dog who starts life with problems. She’ll likely always need expensive meds. I need to get her started on them or she won’t last long. But ye old city budget doesn’t allow for me to spend that much on one dog. You should talk to your wife about that. She’s stingy with the cash, if you know what I mean.”

She had to work with what she had.

He stared at the dog, who stared right back at him. She was a beautiful girl, and it struck him that he had a lot in common with the dog. She’d had a path laid out for her, one that should have meant an easy life. All of her brothers and sisters had likely gone on to that promise, but she’d been dumped because she hadn’t quite made the cut. She’d been dumped because she couldn’t give her owners what they wanted. They’d literally bred her and then tossed her out like trash.

She stared up at him like he could save her.

Did he stare at Sylvie like this?

Zep was going on about tax deductions and how saving animals could save souls, and other stuff he didn’t quite get.

He’d never had a dog because his father said he shouldn’t get too attached to an animal. They died too often, and he needed to think about his studies rather than playing with a dog. But Sylvie’s family always had one. They would love and care for that dog, and cry when they lost their friend. Then they would find another who needed some love and welcome that puppy into their family for however long they were blessed.

She’d said they should start with a dog.

“I’ll take her.”

“You will?” Zep frowned. “I was only asking for cash. You don’t have to take the dog. I kind of like her. I was thinking she could be the shelter’s mascot.”

The dog licked the side of Rene’s face and he was done for. “No. She’s perfect. Send me a list of the medications she needs and I’ll take care of her. I’ll need the name of a vet, too.”

She was such a sweet bundle, and maybe it was time to find his way. He’d been running the house and the company—his whole life, really—the same way his father had. He could make time for something other than this damn company.

“You want to go for a ride, sweetheart?” He would drop the bid off and then take care of his dog. It was an impulse, and he almost never followed those.