Tempted By The Single Dad

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The dog had been there, racing joyously beside them, as they went in circles around the house, out into the yard, back into the house. Popsy had no idea what the game was, but loved it, nonetheless. They all had. Sue had pretended disapproval, but snickered anyway, when he and Adam had finally captured Cody and dubbed his garb “the Pooperman cape,” a name that stuck.

What Sam hated the most was at the time he’d had no idea—none—how precious those moments were.

What he hated the most? Was that he had no idea if it—spontaneous joy—ever would come back. For any of them left living.

He was exhausted—which was probably why the uninvited memory had snuck in—but the dog was going to stink up the whole house if he didn’t look after it.

He peered under the bed.

Popsy stared back at him, the picture of innocence. His face clearly said What smell? Sam made a swipe for him, and missed, which made Popsy retreat farther under the bed. Naturally, the dog made him crawl all the way under. At least he didn’t growl—he saved that for when he was protecting Cody from the horrors of bath time. When Sam finally did manage to get him out and had him pinned in his arms, the dog trembled. Then he whimpered, a high, squeaking sound akin to the wire on a barb wire fence being tightened.

“Shhh,” Sam told him, nudging open the bedroom door with his foot, “you’ll wake Cody up.” But what he was really thinking was She’s going to think I torture you.

He stepped out into the hall. The house was dark and silent. Her bedroom door was firmly shut and no light came out from under it.

He tiptoed down to the bathroom. He had kept Cody’s bathwater, and he slid the dog in. The dog yelped and squirmed, so with a deft motion, still hanging on to the dog, Sam managed to get his shirt off before he ended up completely soaked.

“This isn’t my first rodeo,” he informed the dog, who scrabbled to get out of the tub and, as he had predicted, totally soaked him within seconds.

He managed to keep hold of Popsy. The smell intensified—wet dog and vomit—as the water saturated the dog’s fur. Sam reached for Cody’s baby shampoo, somehow managing to hold the dog and dispense shampoo at the same time.

He lathered up the dog. Popsy resigned himself, giving a good demonstration of where the expression “hangdog” came from. Soon, the sweet smell of the baby shampoo began to smother the more noxious odors.

Sam splashed up water to get the lather off, and realized he was going to have to let the old water out of the tub to do a proper rinse. His guard went down ever so slightly and in a flash, the dog leaped out of the tub, nudged open the bathroom door and flew down the hallway, leaving a trail of water and soap in his wake.

Popsy burst through Allie’s closed bedroom door, with Sam hot on his heels. In the murky darkness, Sam watched as the dog leaped onto the bed, landing with a squish on a rather delectable female body, lying on top of the covers. Even in the bad light Sam could tell she was wearing, well, next to nothing.