“Let’s use a little lubricant, don’t you think, baby? Don’t be scared. I’ll just ease my finger in like that and squeeze, nice and gentle.”
Lucas froze.
“Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart?” Bryce went on.
A moaning sound came in response.
What the hell? Was Bryce ha**ng s*x in an animal shelter?
“Bryce? It’s Lucas.”
There was a scrambling sound from inside, and then the door opened, and there was Colleen, her hair tumbled, cheeks pink.
A white-hot knife of jealousy slid between Lucas’s ribs, and for a second, he couldn’t see straight.
“Hey,” she said calmly, though her eyes widened a bit.
“Colleen.”
She raised an eyebrow at his tone, then looked behind her. “Your cousin’s here, Bryce,” she said.
“Hey, Lucas!” Bryce called. “I’m covered in slime. Be out in a second.”
Colleen came into the waiting room, closing the door behind her. “We meet again. How are you, Spaniard?”
It was her old nickname for him...she had often said he looked like a Spanish pirate.
“I’m fine,” he said tightly. “What exactly were you doing in there?”
She cocked an eyebrow, then grinned. “Sounded like sexy time, didn’t it? But no. Just Bryce expressing the anal glands of a very cute little dog.”
“I—okay, I’m speechless.”
“I know. There’s just no good comeback for that.”
“Is life so quiet here that this is what passes for fun?”
“Don’t sell it short. Want to watch? He’s really good.” She grinned, and Lucas felt a responding smile start in his chest.
“So your dog required some, um, special treatment?” he asked.
“No, that would take the New York Giants and a very, very brave vet. It’s Mrs. Tuggles, one of Paulie’s recent acquisitions. Rufus over there is my baby.” She pointed, and Lucas glanced over to where a gray, cow-sized dog lay on its side as if dead.
“Are you a good boy, Rufus?” Colleen asked.
The dog’s tail thumped twice in confirmation.
“So these anal glands,” Lucas said. “Your way of getting Paulie and Bryce together?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“How romantic.”
“Hey. It’s working. You see, Lucas, a lot of men don’t appreciate what’s right in front of them, so they have to be shown. In twelve-foot neon letters. With arrows pointing to it.” She paused to let that sink in, lest he miss the innuendo (whatever it was). “Also, Mrs. Tuggles was blocked and kept scooching her butt across Paulie’s rug. You get the picture.”
The exam room door opened again, and there was Paulie, holding Mrs. Tuggles, a rotund little dog that looked extremely satisfied at the moment, her wide mouth grinning, tongue lolling. The dog yawned and closed her eyes.
“Looks like she could use a cigarette,” Colleen said. “Bryce, what did you do to her?”
“I aim to please,” Bryce said, drying his hands on the paper towel. “Hey, Lucas! You know Paulie, right? We went to high school with her senior year.”
“Nice to see you again,” Paulie said.
“Good to see you, too, Paulie,” he said with a smile. Her face grew pink...then red...then blotchy. That was some blush.
“Mrs. Tuggles, say hi to Lucas,” Bryce said. He bent down to kiss Mrs. Tuggles’s head, bringing his own head in the vicinity of Paulie’s chest. Her face went into the purple zone, and the dog licked Bryce’s face with exuberant gratitude and slobber. Kind of disgusting.
“You got a minute, Bryce?” he asked when the dog was done frenching his cousin.
“Totally. Girls, it was great seeing you both,” Bryce said. “All three of you, that is.” He scratched the pug on the head.
“Oh, yes...uh, I mean, yeah. You, too,” Paulie said. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “Colleen, thank you for coming with me.” Her voice was loud and expressionless. “I was so concerned about poor Mrs. Tuggles, and it was good to have a friend.” She took a shaky breath. “Bryce, you were so wonderful. Let me buy you a beer some night.” Her face went nuclear.
Lucas would bet a hundred bucks Colleen had given her those lines.
“Sure. That’d be great,” Bryce said, completely oblivious. Paulie’s eyelids fluttered, and she took an unsteady step backward, looking as if she was about to faint.
Colleen gave her a little push forward and picked up a bike helmet from one of the chairs. “See you around, boys. Paulie, I’ll walk you out. Come on, Rufie!”
The women and their animals left, and Bryce stretched his arms over his head. “I think Colleen might have a thing for me,” he said.
There was that flash of jealousy again. “I’m pretty sure that’s not it,” Lucas said.
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“Let’s use a little lubricant, don’t you think, baby? Don’t be scared. I’ll just ease my finger in like that and squeeze, nice and gentle.”
Lucas froze.
“Doesn’t that feel good, sweetheart?” Bryce went on.
A moaning sound came in response.
What the hell? Was Bryce ha**ng s*x in an animal shelter?
“Bryce? It’s Lucas.”
There was a scrambling sound from inside, and then the door opened, and there was Colleen, her hair tumbled, cheeks pink.
A white-hot knife of jealousy slid between Lucas’s ribs, and for a second, he couldn’t see straight.
“Hey,” she said calmly, though her eyes widened a bit.
“Colleen.”
She raised an eyebrow at his tone, then looked behind her. “Your cousin’s here, Bryce,” she said.
“Hey, Lucas!” Bryce called. “I’m covered in slime. Be out in a second.”
Colleen came into the waiting room, closing the door behind her. “We meet again. How are you, Spaniard?”
It was her old nickname for him...she had often said he looked like a Spanish pirate.
“I’m fine,” he said tightly. “What exactly were you doing in there?”
She cocked an eyebrow, then grinned. “Sounded like sexy time, didn’t it? But no. Just Bryce expressing the anal glands of a very cute little dog.”
“I—okay, I’m speechless.”
“I know. There’s just no good comeback for that.”
“Is life so quiet here that this is what passes for fun?”
“Don’t sell it short. Want to watch? He’s really good.” She grinned, and Lucas felt a responding smile start in his chest.
“So your dog required some, um, special treatment?” he asked.
“No, that would take the New York Giants and a very, very brave vet. It’s Mrs. Tuggles, one of Paulie’s recent acquisitions. Rufus over there is my baby.” She pointed, and Lucas glanced over to where a gray, cow-sized dog lay on its side as if dead.
“Are you a good boy, Rufus?” Colleen asked.
The dog’s tail thumped twice in confirmation.
“So these anal glands,” Lucas said. “Your way of getting Paulie and Bryce together?”
“Mmm-hmm.”
“How romantic.”
“Hey. It’s working. You see, Lucas, a lot of men don’t appreciate what’s right in front of them, so they have to be shown. In twelve-foot neon letters. With arrows pointing to it.” She paused to let that sink in, lest he miss the innuendo (whatever it was). “Also, Mrs. Tuggles was blocked and kept scooching her butt across Paulie’s rug. You get the picture.”
The exam room door opened again, and there was Paulie, holding Mrs. Tuggles, a rotund little dog that looked extremely satisfied at the moment, her wide mouth grinning, tongue lolling. The dog yawned and closed her eyes.
“Looks like she could use a cigarette,” Colleen said. “Bryce, what did you do to her?”
“I aim to please,” Bryce said, drying his hands on the paper towel. “Hey, Lucas! You know Paulie, right? We went to high school with her senior year.”
“Nice to see you again,” Paulie said.
“Good to see you, too, Paulie,” he said with a smile. Her face grew pink...then red...then blotchy. That was some blush.
“Mrs. Tuggles, say hi to Lucas,” Bryce said. He bent down to kiss Mrs. Tuggles’s head, bringing his own head in the vicinity of Paulie’s chest. Her face went into the purple zone, and the dog licked Bryce’s face with exuberant gratitude and slobber. Kind of disgusting.
“You got a minute, Bryce?” he asked when the dog was done frenching his cousin.
“Totally. Girls, it was great seeing you both,” Bryce said. “All three of you, that is.” He scratched the pug on the head.
“Oh, yes...uh, I mean, yeah. You, too,” Paulie said. She cleared her throat and took a deep breath. “Colleen, thank you for coming with me.” Her voice was loud and expressionless. “I was so concerned about poor Mrs. Tuggles, and it was good to have a friend.” She took a shaky breath. “Bryce, you were so wonderful. Let me buy you a beer some night.” Her face went nuclear.
Lucas would bet a hundred bucks Colleen had given her those lines.
“Sure. That’d be great,” Bryce said, completely oblivious. Paulie’s eyelids fluttered, and she took an unsteady step backward, looking as if she was about to faint.
Colleen gave her a little push forward and picked up a bike helmet from one of the chairs. “See you around, boys. Paulie, I’ll walk you out. Come on, Rufie!”
The women and their animals left, and Bryce stretched his arms over his head. “I think Colleen might have a thing for me,” he said.
There was that flash of jealousy again. “I’m pretty sure that’s not it,” Lucas said.
“You never know. She and I—” He glanced at Lucas as if just now remembering that Colleen had once been with Lucas. “Uh...nothing. We hit it off. As friends, you know? At the bar, just shooting the shit. Friends. You’re right, there’s nothing there.” He cracked his knuckles. “What can I do for you, bro? You want a dog? Or a cat? My mom won’t let me have one, which is probably why I work here, you know?”
“I can’t have a pet, Bryce,” Lucas said. “I’m only in town for a while.”
“Right, right. Or you could move back.”
“Not gonna happen, pal.”
“Right. South Side forever.”
Lucas smiled. “I figured you could show me around, since you said you spend a lot of time here.”
“Sure! Come on back.”
Another door led to the kennels. The usual suspects—pit bull here, Rottweiler there, with a couple of older-looking dogs. Bryce had a kind word for all of them, even the snarling black mutt in the last kennel. Then on to the cat room, where there were far too many felines of varying colors and sizes.
Bryce picked up a kitten. “Who’s beautiful, huh? Who’s so pretty? You are, sweetie!” The kitten batted Bryce on the nose and mewed.
Lucas had never had a pet. He could get one, he guessed; he just wasn’t home a lot. Maybe now that he was leaving Forbes, he’d get a dog who could ride in his truck to job sites and lie at his feet at night. It’d be nice to have some company.
Well. He’d wait to get back to Chicago. There were plenty of animals waiting to be adopted in the city, he was sure.
“You ever think about becoming a vet tech, Bryce?” he asked. “You’re really good with animals.”
“Thanks! But not really, no. You need school for that.”
“So? You could do it part-time, I bet.”
“Well, whatever. Even so, the shelter can’t afford to pay anyone. We’re all volunteers, and Dr. Metcalf comes in when we need real stuff done.”
“Could you work for Dr. Metcalf?”
Bryce shrugged. “He has this hot chick who works for him. She volunteers here, too. We hooked up once or twice.” He scratched his head. “Maybe I should give her a call. I’m thinking about having kids.”
Wow. “Yeah, you’d be a great dad,” he said (and hoped). “But you need a job first. And possibly a place of your own, so you don’t have to raise a kid in your mother’s basement.”
“True enough. You wanna get a beer? I think O’Rourke’s is open.”
“It’s eleven-thirty, Bryce.”
“Yeah, so they’re definitely open. Oh, I get it. You don’t want to see Colleen.”
Lucas gave his cousin a look. “I have no problem seeing Colleen.”
“Okay.”
“I don’t.”
“Must bring up memories, though, right? Because you two were pretty hot and heavy.”
“That was a long time ago. Anyway, about you getting a job, Bryce—”
“Shit! I forgot. I’m supposed to have lunch with my mom. I gotta run.” Just then, the front door opened, and a very pretty woman came in. “Hey, Ange! Right on time.”
“Hi, Bryce,” she purred, sparing Lucas a glance (and giving him a gratifying double take). “Your brother?”
“Cousin. Lucas, this is Angie...Angie, uh...”
“Beekman.”
“Right! Ange, I gotta fly, but listen. You wanna grab a drink sometime?”
Lucas couldn’t help feeling a flicker of sympathy for Paulie.
“Sure,” she said with a coy smile. “See you around, boys.”
Lucas scrubbed a hand through his hair as Bryce tore out of the parking lot a few seconds later, going too fast, as usual.
* * *
WHEN LUCAS WAS fifteen, his cousin saved his life.
“Remember when I saved you?” Bryce would say from time to time. And Lucas would have to say of course he remembered, and yes, it sure was lucky Bryce had been there, and absolutely, they were as close as brothers, and yep, they did look alike, since they both looked like their fathers—and Dan and Joe could’ve passed for twins.
It wasn’t that Lucas disliked Bryce. No one did. Bryce Campbell, the adored only child of Lucas’s aunt and uncle, was unendingly cheerful, up for anything and had an intense case of hero worship. He kept a respectful distance from Lucas’s sister, Stephanie, who was six years older and called him only “kid.” But he stuck to Lucas like a tick.
About three times a year, Joe, Didi and Bryce would visit them (they, in return, were never invited to the wealthy suburb to the north of Chicago where Bryce and his family lived). And every time, Bryce would be glued to Lucas’s side, wide-eyed with wonder at anything Lucas had or did—his tiny bedroom on the third floor of the two-family house they lived in, his second-hand bike, the stunts he could do on it. Lucas was a White Sox fan, obviously, being from the South Side; Bryce traded in his Cubs shirt to match Lucas’s, which nearly got him stoned by his peers. Lucas would clear the crowded table after dinner because he was the kind of kid who did chores; Bryce decided that nothing was more fun and exotic than washing dishes by hand. And the thing was, he meant it.
Bryce couldn’t get over the fact that Lucas was not only allowed to have a knife, but was allowed to use it as well, and viewed whittling as damn near miraculous. He peppered Lucas with questions about his late mother, who’d died of ALS when Lucas was six. Did he miss her? What had it been like to have a Puerto Rican mother? Did they ever see her ghost? It never occurred to Bryce that the subject might be a sensitive one.
Lucas liked his cousin. But Bryce could be tiring, like a puppy who just wanted to bring you a stick. At first, it’s really cute. Aw, hey, a stick! Go get it, boy! But by the tenth time, when the puppy’s enthusiasm hasn’t been touched but yours is getting tired, you wish the dog would take a nap. By the twentieth time he brings you the stick, your arm aches. And by the fiftieth, you really wondered what you were thinking when you decided to get a dog.
It was always something of a relief to see Bryce get reluctantly bundled off into the car with his parents. “My God, that woman is evil,” Dad would say of his brother’s wife, tousling Lucas’s hair. Though it was clear Aunt Didi barely tolerated her husband’s family, she never let them visit without her, even if she did brush off a chair before sitting on it. “But your cousin, he’s a pretty great kid, isn’t he?”
And Lucas would agree that yes, Bryce was really nice. Which he was.
Joe Campbell was the brother who’d made good; Dan never made it out of the careworn neighborhood where they’d grown up. Joe got into college, which was near-miraculous from the sound of it, whereas Dan became a mechanic, married the girl next door and moved into an apartment around the corner from where the brothers grew up.