Wild at Heart (Wild, #2)

by K.A. Tucker

“Right?” “Say hi to Jonah for us.” “I will. And figure out when you’re coming!” We end the call as Jonah’s voice carries in. “… refuses to go back there if he’s there. Bandit seems okay with him so far, at least.” The front door creaks open. “I’ll ask around and see if anyone is interested,” comes a familiar female voice. “Somethin’ tells me there aren’t many people looking for a useless old goat who hates men. Hey, Calla, Marie’s here!” Jonah calls out, as the tall, willowy woman steps into our house. I peel off my rubber gloves and toss them aside before turning to meet Marie’s teal-blue eyes. It’s been two months since we last saw her, when she flew to Bangor to provide veterinarian services to the villagers. And now she’s here, living only fifteen minutes away. “Hi, Calla,” she offers, her hands fidgeting around a house plant and a gift bag in the shape of a liquor bottle. “I thought I’d stop by to see how you guys were doing.” I drag my fingers back through my hair, smoothing my wayward topknot. “It’s good to see you.” And it genuinely is good to see a familiar face while we’re in the depths of house-purging hell, even if Marie and I have exchanged little more than polite conversation and I’m one hundred percent positive she’s in love with my boyfriend. Marie tucks the gift bag under one arm, freeing a hand to brush a strand of long, golden-blonde hair off her face. She tucks it behind her ear. “So …” She edges around the mountain of trash bags. “How’s it going?”