The Masked Lovebird (3 page)

Devon climbed into the cab and settled back as the vehicle raced off. Why did they all drive like NASCAR racers? He closed his eyes, then flashed them open. He bent forward and retrieved a small green object from the floor.

Chapter Seven

The bird seemed thrilled to be home. Her mate nuzzled her face and sat on the perch above her. Fiona placed a small container of food and water on the bottom of the cage to make it easier for her to eat. She then made a large martini and settled on a stool beside the cage, watching to make sure the bird was all right. Not until it had pecked at a few seeds was she able to relax. Well, the alcohol helped.

The ringing of the doorbell startled her and she fell off the stool. It rang a second time before she’d gotten up. And a third time after she stubbed two toes on the coffee table.

Fiona nearly passed out seeing Devon silhouetted in the doorway. No preliminaries, apologies or explanations were needed. They fell into each others’ arms. Discarded clothing rained down like confetti. She yanked him to the hallway floor, lips seeking, hands groping, legs twining. Flesh met flesh. Tongues explored. Body liquids meshed.

Consummation occurred quickly. Too quickly, but there would be other times. Many others.

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Thank you for reading. To read other books in the Tender Hearts Veterinary Clinic series, check out:

The Great Dane (Jannick and Rianna)

An American Bulldog (Taryn and Dolf)

The Long Haired Persian (Tonya and Gaspar)

The Bearded Dragon (Wanda and Carlton)

The Masked Lovebird (Devon and Fiona)

Damsel in Distress (Carmen and Shawn)

Liz Stafford

Liz Stafford is new to the world of short stories—and loving it. Being a pet lover and ex-dachshund breeder, introducing a clinic full of pets seemed only right, and natural. Adding men made it even more so…

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