Chapter 55

NATHAN Istep into the reception area of the veterinary office, and I’m immediately hit by the smell of wet dog. The receptionist eyes me suspiciously as I approach with a pink bakery box clutched in one hand and a takeout bag in the other. When I reach the desk, it becomes clear that she’s actually giving me the full-on stink eye. Her lip curls in a sneer. “Can I help you?” I clear my throat. “I’m here to see Melanie.” She rolls her eyes and calls over her shoulder, “Mel, honey, your douchebag husband is here to see you.” Well, that explains the stink eye. A few moments later, Mel steps out of the doorway behind the receptionist, blowing her hair out of her eyes and wiping fur from her uniform. Her eyes bug out when she sees me. “Nathan. It’s you … I wasn’t …” She gapes at me. I arch an eyebrow. “How many douchebag husbands do you have, Spitfire?” The receptionist puts a hand over her mouth and stifles a snicker. But Mel’s face lights up, and her smile is worth being called a doucheb