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Previously… Aspiring actress turned undercover Loan Some employee, Beth, found herself in a dark alleyway with demanding client and animal rights activist, Eliza Eldridge, on her first assignment: to pose as a dog owner and yell, “Objection!” at a dog wedding. To add to the drama, Beth has a serious phobia of dogs and Eliza was furious that she showed up with a rambunctious Rottweiler instead of a smaller dog, as specified. Just when things couldn’t get any worse, a handsome stranger suddenly bounded down the the alleyway in pursuit of a runaway Shih Tzu, and the Rottweiler pulled free and tackled him.
To her surprise, the wavy haired man lifted the Rottweiler off of his chest in a single motion followed by a grunt. His lips parted in a crooked grin as he looked down at her. “I take it he’s not yours.”
Beth felt her heart plummet. She watched Eliza morosely shake her head and mutter something under her breath, while keeping a firm grasp on the runaway Shi Tzu with two stubby hands.
“Of course he’s mine,” she curtly replied, reaching for the leash.
He pulled it away. “Hey, don’t be short with me. It’s your dog who—“
“I’m very well aware, thank you.” She forcefully outstretched an open palm, waiting for him to drop the leash in it.
“Wow,” he said before handing the barking Rottweiler over. She kept her eyes on the dog she wished would disappear.
The man then turned to Eliza, who regretfully surrendered the Shi Tzu of which she had been expecting for the gig, back to its owner. “I guess, ‘Thank you,’ is a rare courtesy these days,” he commented to the bushy haired activist, who simply raised two thickly penciled eyebrows at him.
Without giving Beth another look, he walked down the alley in the same direction from which he came.
Once he was out of sight, Beth sucked in her breath. Why had she been so rude? He was just trying to be helpful. Not to mention he was also one of the best looking men she’d ever seen—aside from George Clooney—but that was only on screen. This disarming stranger just made an appearance in real time; sprinting down an alleyway in a fine suit no less.
Nerves, right? This was just your classic case of nerves mixed with the completely normal and horrific shock that surfaces when you realize you may be losing your only form of employment for the summer. She couldn’t let that guy’s question undermine her work before it even began. She was determined to turn Eliza into a beaming customer by the end of the day.
“This is going to be a Saint Bernard of a disaster,” Eliza’s gravely voice croaked, rousing Beth from her thoughts.
“Saint Bernard?” she asked, turning toward Eliza.
“Spend 48 hours with a SB and you’ll have some life altering run-ins….obviously not the good kind,” she said with a knowing nod, while rocking back-and-forth on her heels.
“But I thought animal activists like all animals.”
“That’s crazy. Why?”
“Because they’re animals…?”
Eliza shook her head and waved her jeweled hands in front of her, motioning for Beth to follow her toward the street.
Twenty minutes later, with Rottweiler and activist in tow, Beth was standing in the middle of a large arching canopy composed of rose blossoms and polished branches. An extravagant lace carpet parted two rows of ornate chairs, facing a podium that opened out into a view of a quiet lake. “I don’t think my wedding’s going to be this nice…” she muttered.
“We’ve been assigned seats,” Eliza whispered in her ear.
“At a wedding?” she incredulously asked.
Eliza pointed toward her right. “You’re sitting in that row, fourth seat down.”
Beth gasped. Sitting beside her assigned seat was none other than… Vote below on what will happen next or if reading by email click view poll.