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Chapter Thirty-Nine
His heart warmed at seeing the bond forming between Fang and Emily right outside the opened rear entrance to his home, bringing a faint smile across the strong features of his face.
This is a good sign for me…Fang and her getting along is all I need to see in order to know about my chances of her staying with me instead of moving back to Houston.
He secretly hoped that this was indeed a sure enough sign from above that Emily would be staying there with him and not leaving all that they had done with one another behind.
His eyes lingered on her curvaceous form petting Fang's head for a few seconds longer before he made a step over the threshold of the backdoor, and placed his back against the screen door in a way to keep it propped open. Mark pulled in a deep breath and let it out with his Texan accent.
"Come along, you two." He said. "We need to come inside and get ready for our unwelcomed visitor that will be coming in just a matter of time."
He didn't want to take Emily away from spending time with his beloved companion and guard dog. However, Mark knew that all three of them needed to move indoors so they could prepare themselves for the oncoming fight with Johnathon once he decided to make his way from the ranch and head down to where his home was.
His eyes watched Fang move away from Emily, and step across the open doorway with a little pep in his step before he moved his attention back in time to watch her curvaceous, beautiful body rising up, and started in the direction that he was waiting for her in.
"How are you holding up, Emily?"
Mark noticed how his sudden question to Emily caused her to stop in the middle of the doorway in front of him, and look to him with an expression that dripped with all sorts of conflicting emotions that he knew was burning deep inside of her. He kept his gaze towards her angelic face as his ears picked up on the sound of her angelic voice.
"I am managing as well as I can." Emily replied. She spoke with her soft voice shaking with nervousness slipping into it. "But, I can't help feeling uneasy about Johnathon coming here, and, ultimately, getting locked into a fight with him."
"Everything is going to be fine, sweetheart."
"How can you be so sure about something that is not one hundred percent true? What if he comes here and-"
"We will worry about that when he shows up on the doorstep, Emily."
"He will come with a plan in mind, Mark. There is no way that he will be unprepared for a fight between him and you."
"And I will be ready for him when he brings his ugly ass on my porch steps."
As much as Emily wanted to be confident in Mark's proclamation, she couldn't let herself experience anything but nervousness and fear about the prospect of her ex-boyfriend and her potential new one engaging in a fight right outside this house with her being the prize that was on the line.
The idea alone made every muscle in her body ache. On one hand, Mark could come out the winner and send her former love running off with his tail tucked between his legs. On the other, Johnathon could be the victor and that would mean…
No…A thousand times no! I will not be going anywhere with that asshole, and I am pretty confident in Mark's abilities after the way he manhandled him outside of my granny's home.
The sensation of paws on her upper part of one of her legs snapped her out of the dilemma that her mind had found itself under, and had her focus to switch in the direction of where some sharp claws were digging at the fabric of her bottoms.
Standing upon his hind legs, Fang looked up to her face with a pleading stare, silently begging her to play with him, while his tail swayed side to side with no obvious sign of it stopping at that moment.
Aww…I can't say no to a face as precious as that looking up to me, and begging me to give it and the body it belongs to proper attention.
Pushing any thought of Johnathon overtaking Mark in a fight to the side, Emily put a smile on her face and knelt down on the hardwood floor of the kitchen, placing herself in front of Fang's snow white body. She brought her hands up from her sides, and rubbed the palms of them against his soft fur with the most gentle of touches.
"It seems like Fang and you are bonding quite well with one another, Emily." Mark spoke to her with a calm sound to his Texan accent despite the danger that was lurking on the horizon for the two of them. "He normally doesn't respond so quickly to someone new like he is doing with you at the moment."
His words lingered on her mind, and fueled a growing sense of confidence that was blossoming inside of her being. She drew in a breath of air prior to lifting her head, and speaking to him shortly before locking her eyes with his.
"Perhaps…There is something special about me that he doesn't see in the others that have come into his life."
"I believe it is more of a sign of something that is to come."
"What is this 'sign' telling you at the moment?"
"That you don't need to go back to Houston and to your place where you will be all alone when you could just stay here with Fang and me, and never be alone again."