The Sweetest Companion (Three Sisters Cafe #8)

Is there anything worse than having to eat humble pie?

I think not.

Ive spent my life proving I can keep up with anything, particularly men with egos too big for their heads. Theres nothing quite as satisfying as being the best.

its almost as nice as my trail runs and sunrise jogs along the beach. So when my favorite running buddy starts to show his age, the first thing I do is take him to the closest veterinarian.

Too bad its my high school nemesis. Double too badhes even more handsome than he was when we were teenagers. Hes put raging rhinos through my stomach since we were younger, and at one point, I was ecstatic when he kissed me until I didnt know up from down.

But seeing him kiss the most popular girl in school less than twenty-four hours latertaught me a very important lesson.

The best place for any guy is far behind you on the race track.

Now I just need to get through the next few weeks without acting like a raging teenager fangirl, because the only reason Im seeing Dr. Ryan Thatcher is because hes taking care of my best boy. Thats it. It has nothing to do with his blinding smile, his ability to make my dog melt at his feet, or the fact that we share a love of the outdoors. Nope. Nada. It cant. I wont let it. I learned my lesson once, I dont need to be taught again.