Chapter 85
That morning, Aria and I bustled around the apartment, making final preparations for the dog wash
fundraiser. After a week of nning, the number of likes on Aria’s posts hinted at there being a
massive turn out.
“Okay, Aria, do we have enough shampoo and towels?” I called out from the kitchen.
Aria emerged from the bathroom, her hands full of bags of dog shampoo. “Check and check! The
shampoo’s all lined up, and the towels are piled high in the car. We’re good to go, Evie.”
I let out a relieved sigh. “Great. I can’t believe it’s finally happening.”
Aria grinned, her eyes sparkling. “It’s going to be amazing, Evie. Just imagine all those happy
doggies getting pampered.”
As we exchanged a high–five, I felt a surge of gratitude for all the effort the others. had put in. Aside
from being a media stunt, a dog wash seemed like a genuine way to get themunity together.
With everything in ce, we grabbed our coats and headed out the door, ready to meet up with
Timothy and Lucas at the park.
As we reached the park, the scene was nothing short of heartwarming. Pet owners had lined up
early with their dogs, and volunteers were buzzing around, setting up washing stations and getting
ready for the day ahead. I couldn’t help but smile as I took in the colorful banners and the joyful
atmosphere.
“Evie! Aria!” Timothy’s voice called out, and we turned to see him and Lucas waving us over. “Hey,
guys!” Aria shouted back.
We joined the guys, and Lucas gave us a thumbs–up. “After they get those banners up, we’ll be
ready to roll!”
Aria’s social media campaign had done wonders. The park was packed with people, pet–owners,
curious wanderers, and local news stations alike. A reporter stood just a few feet away, microphone
raised to her lips as she read her script live to the
camera.
After everything was set up, we split up into teams, each taking charge of a
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different dog washing station. Timothy and I took the tub at the very end.
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As the first pet owner and their dog approached, I grabbed a hose and winked at Timothy. “Ready
to get a little wet and wild?”
Timothyughed, picking up a bucket of shampoo. “Let’s do this!”
The day quickly turned into a whirlwind of soap suds, wagging tails, and cheerful chatter, As dogs of
all sizes and breeds lined up for their spa treatment, we gotpletely soaked and covered in
suds.
At one point, I turned to Timothy, both of us soaked from head to toe. “I thought we were washing
the dogs, not each other!”
Timothyughed, shaking his wet hair like a dog. “Hey, nothing wrong with an extra rinse, right?” I
nodded and looked over, falling witness to how Timothy’s. white shirt had begun to cling to the skin
underneath.
There wasn’t much left to the imagination beneath the thin material. His muscles rippled and flexed
as he gave the Terrier a good towel rub. I could see the dark trail of hair that traveled down the
expanse of his navel and disappeared behind his button–up jeans.
I felt my face heat up when Timothy looked over and caught me staring. He didn’t seem bothered by
it at all, instead giving me a yful wink before passing the dog along to his owner. Hopefully he
was oblivious.
As the day went on, the local news started zeroing in on Timothy in particr. As he brought Duke
into the bath, they began asking him questions about his intent behind the fundraiser.
“Most people probably don’t know, but I’m a huge fan of dogs,” he told them, giving the retriever a
yful scratch under his ear. This was probably the first time he was willingly exposing Duke to the
news.
“This is my pal, Duke. I figured if he had fun with his Sunday baths, others would enjoy it just as
much.”
The reporter giggled, narrowly dodging the ssh of water near her shoes as Duke leaped out of
the tub. “Certainly seems like it! You’re pretty generous for starting
all this!”
“Oh, no!” Timothy shook his head firmly. His gaze shifted to me, then Aria and
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Lucas. “My friends really pulled most of the weight. I was just the pretty face in all
of this.”
The cameramenughed at his quip, but I couldn’t help but pause at his words. I hadn’t expected
him to credit us for the event, although we hadn’t expected him to. Hopefully, this wouldn’t take
away the charitable nature behind it all.
Around sundown, the fundraiser had begun drawing to a close. I was drying off a very rxed
bulldog when I spotted Penny making her way over to Timothy. She wore her signature
professional
smile, a glint of determination in her eyes.
“Timothy!” Penny’s voice carried over the fading buzz of the crowd. “Mind if I have a moment?”
Timothy turned toward her, his expression more receptive and rxed this time around. “Sure thing,
Penny. What’s on your mind?”
As I continued to towel off the bulldog, I couldn’t help but eavesdrop on their conversation. Penny
was a seasoned reporter, but I was curious about what she’d
ask.
Penny’s gaze was focused and sincere as she leaned in slightly, notepad in hand. “I wanted to talk
to you about the fundraiser, Timothy. The turnout has been incredible, and I’m sure it’s been a
whirlwind of emotions for you.”
Timothy’s smile turned contemtive. “Absolutely. It’s been humblingmunitye together like
this.”
to see the
Penny nodded, her pen poised over a notepad. “Can you put into words how it makes you feel? To
see so many people supporting your efforts and contributing to a cause you’re passionate about?”
Timothy’s expression softened, his gaze drifting over the crowd.
“It’s hard to describe, Penny, but I guess the best way to put it is that it warms my heart. This charity
event wasn’t just about me. It was about everyoneing together to make a difference, to show
kindness andpassion.”
Penny scribbled down notes, her eyes never leaving Timothy. “And what about the experience of
washing the dogs, getting right in there with themunity?”
Timothy chuckled, a lightness in his tone. “Well, I might need a few more towels, that’s for sure. But
seriously, being hands–on in this way, getting a little messy and
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having fun, it’s been incredibly rewarding. Sometimes, it’s as simple as getting your hands dirty for a
good cause.”
I finished drying off the dog and gave him a light pat on the back. ncing over at Timothy and
Penny, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of admiration for Timothy’s sincerity and authenticity. He had
a way of sounding heartfelt at a moment’s
notice.
As their conversation continued, I decided to give them some space and headed over to where Aria
and Lucas were gathering up thest of the supplies. Aria grinned as she spotted me.
“Hey, Evie! Did you catch Timothy’s interview with Penny?”
I nodded, a smile ying on my lips. “Yeah, I did. He really knows how to speak from the heart.”
Aria’s eyes twinkled. “He’s got that down for sure. But you know what, Evie? So do you.”
I blinked in surprise. “What do you mean?”
Aria gestured toward the park, where people were still mingling and sharing stories. “This whole
event was your doing, Evie. You rallied everyone together, you made the fliers, and you jumped
right in there with the dogs.”
I felt my cheeks flush. “Thanks, Aria, but this was a team effort. We all yed a part.”
Aria nudged me yfully. “Oh, definitely. But you’re the glue holding this team together.”
I wasn’t sure how to answer that, so I offered up a smile instead.
With everything packed up, we gathered to celebrate our sess with a well- deserved treat from
one of the food trucks that had set up nearby. There was a truck serving ice cream that we
immediately gravitated toward.
The menu had a delightful array of vors, each one more tempting than thest. Aria was all about
the ssic chocte, while Lucas opted for a refreshing scoop of mint chocte chip. Timothy and
I exchanged a grin, both of us eager to indulge
our sweet tooth.
With ice cream in hand, we settled onto a bench, the warm evening breeze ruffling
our hair as we
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dug into our treats.
Timothy turned to me with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “So, Evie, what
vor did you get?” A grin tugged at the corners of my mouth. “Rocky Road. I love how it has
marshmallows in it.” Timothy’s eyebrow quirked, his expression yful. “Really? Well, I’ve never
been much of a Rocky Road person, but I trust your judgment.”
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Before I could react, Timothy leaned over and swiped his tongue over my ice cream. His eyes
locked with mine as he drew his chocte coated tongue back in and licked his plump lips.
My eyes widened as they followed the movement and my heartbeat quickened. He kept his eyes on
me for a nerve–racking couple of seconds before they dropped to my ice cream. He smirked.
“Mmm, you’re right. This is pretty delicious.”
I let out an indignant gasp, my hand instinctively reaching for my ice cream. “Y- You could’ve
asked!” Timothy chuckled, a warm and infectious sound. “Sorry, Evie. Couldn’t resist.”
I red at Timothy, but a smile snuck its way onto my lips. “Well, I’m d you enjoyed it, but next
time, get your own scoop.
Timothy held up his hands in surrender. “Deal. Lesson learned.”
As we erupted withughter, I couldn’t help but marvel at the smile on Timothy’s face. There was
the joy he said he’d beencking for a long time now on full disy. How began to wonder how little
enjoyment his life had had before then.
The sound of shoes crunching in the grass caught my attention and I turned to see Penny speeding
toward us, waving her phone in the air. Timothy didn’t notice until she started shouting.
“You’ll never believe who just called me!”
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