Meet Luke Crawley in Blake Austin's debut novel of loss, redemption, and ever-enduring love releasing on February 24th!
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As soon as the word left my mouth, Rae’s face opened up and she was smiling over at me and it was like I was falling in towards her. When she was happy, I got vertigo. All those happy brain chemicals just took over and I was lost in bliss.
“Get out of my rescue, Luke Cawley,” she said.
“Will do,” I replied, scooping up King’s leash and opening the door again. But before we stepped out, Rae’s voice came after me.
"Hey Luke, you want to hook up sometime?" she asked. I turned around, probably looked startled. Sometimes I'm smooth, sometimes I'm not. "I mean, I could help you with King. At the dog park or something. You get a dog tired enough, he won’t rip up the house.”
She smiled. Clearly this was a professional courtesy she was extending, right? But I still couldn’t help feeling like it might do me and King both some good to see Rae again.
“I uh, lost your number,” I said. Sounded a lot nicer than ‘I threw it away while I was cleaning my house.’ I took out my phone. “I’ll just put it into my phone this time. Rae, right? What's your last name?" I made a new contact.
"Goode," she said.
I'd remember that. I didn't have the best memory, but I remember what's important. I decided I couldn't let it be a sign, though. It was just a last name. Totally wasn't a sign. I'm too grown up to believe in things like that.
I tapped in her number, texted her so she had mine, then I reached down, pet King on the head once more, and left the shelter with my dog in tow, feeling pretty good after all was said and done.
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