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PAWS OFF THE BOSS By CASEY GRIFFIN

A Rescue Dog Romance

CASEY GRIFFIN.

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🧾Front Page Of This Book_______________

DOGDAY

A yellow cab skidded to a stop in front of an old Victorian house facing the park,

and the driver’s door flew open to reveal a pair of long, bare legs ending in red

stiletto cowboy boots. Piper stepped out, tugging her baggy top down over her

jean skirt, and circled around to the passenger side. As she reached in for the

pizza boxes, her hand fell on the empty breadstick bag.

She glared at her passenger, Colin, and by the look on his face, it was

obvious he knew what came next: He was in crap. Piper continued to scowl at

him, at that pitiful, remorseful expression, and the anger fizzled out of her.

Each time she gazed into those big brown eyes, she felt nothing but love for

Colin, as strong as the day they’d first met. And when he leaned forward to kiss

her cheek, she knew he loved her too, even if he couldn’t say it.

“Bad dog.” She wiped the Parmesan slobber off her face. “Those breadsticks

were for the customer.”

Confused by the reprimand paired with a smile, the black dachshund tilted

his head, ears flopping.

Piper tried to keep up the pretense a moment longer, but she relented with a

sigh. “Oh, I can’t stay mad at you.” She gave him a scratch behind the ears.

He responded by licking her hand, as if to say, Yeah, I know; I’m pretty

amazing.

“Now go hide.” She pointed to the floor. “My boss would kill me if he knew

you were in here.” She was just lucky he didn’t regularly review the camera

footage unless there was an incident.

Colin jumped down from the seat and parked his butt on the floor mat, his

tail slapping the plastic as it wagged.

“Good boy.”.

Grabbing the two medium pizzas—sans breadsticks—she headed for the

door, overly aware of how cool and soggy the boxes felt in her hands. She

shouldn’t have picked up that extra customer in the cab. They wanted to go only

eight miles, but it had taken her completely out of the way to pick up Colin from

home and then deliver the pizzas. Plus, they hadn’t even tipped.

She climbed the concrete stairs to the bright red door. The home sported a

classic San Francisco Painted Ladies style, though not as nice as some she’d

seen while delivering pizzas around the city—and she’d seen a lot. The paint

peeled away from the siding, and cracks split the windowpanes. But, hell, it was

better than anything she could dream of affording.

She considered what it would take to save the down payment to buy a house

like that before she turned sixty. A fourth job, that’s for sure. And on top of

graduating from the University of San Francisco, studying for her big exam, and

volunteering at the dachshund rescue center? Yup, no problem! Who needed a

life? Or sleep, for that matter? She could do it. She’d be fine. Fine, fine, fine. But

for now, the apartment she shared with Colin and her unwelcome six-legged

roommates would have to do.

Pushing the doorbell set in the orange trim, she prayed for college kids.

College kids never complained; they’d eat anything..

But a middle-aged man opened the door, and by the sour expression on his

face, it was clear he’d have a thing or two to say about her delivery.

She slapped on a giant grin. “Hello,” she said tooth-achingly sweet.

“You’re late.”

“I know. I’m so sorry. Traffic was crazy.”

He peeked over her shoulder at the taxi parked near the bottom of his steps,

then he glanced both ways down the street. Seeing no other cars, he squinted an

eye at her. “You a pizza delivery girl or a cabbie?”

“Right now, I’m a delivery girl.” As proof, she tapped the Tony’s Pizza logo

embroidered on her shirt.

His eyes drifted down to her bare legs. With the oversized shirt, it almost

looked like she was wearing nothing underneath. Well, she practically wasn’t,

but he didn’t need to know that.

Piper’s face warmed despite the lack of clothing. “Sure hot out today,” she

said by way of an explanation. He didn’t reply, so she held out a palm. “That will

be twenty-six eighty, please.”

He counted the money out to the penny and exchanged it for the pizza.

“Where are the breadsticks? There should be breadsticks.”.

“They must have forgotten them at the restaurant.” She didn’t think he’d

appreciate the real story. “Don’t worry. I already took the cost off your bill.”

She backed away from the door and hurried down the front steps, conscious

that she was running late for her next gig. There would be some speeding

involved to make it in time. But she could handle it. It was fine.

“Hey, this pizza’s cold!” he yelled after her.

Biting her lip, she waved. “Don’t worry about the tip.”

“Tip? Tip—”

She leapt behind the wheel of the cab and shut the door, which cut off the

rest of his feedback. Throwing on her seat belt, she turned to Colin. “Hold on.”

She dropped her foot and gunned it all the way to the end of the street.

Letting her cabbie skills take over, she raced across San Francisco, taking a

shortcut through Chinatown to Montgomery Street.

Once Piper reached the Financial District, she checked her GPS for the

address. A block later, the building came into view. She swerved into the taxi

lane to park. Pulling out her phone, she read the text message from the telegram

agency. Colin hopped onto the center console, planting his front paws on her

thigh while she read the details of the job.

“Looks like I’m headed to the top floor.” Even when she leaned forward to

look up through the windshield, she still couldn’t see the top of the building. She

whistled. “Must be one important guy.”

Colin licked her ear to remind her that he was the only important guy around.

Snapping her fingers, she pointed to the floor. He resumed his hiding spot

but whined to let her know he wasn’t happy about it.

“Good boy. I’ll only be five minutes, and then we’ll head over to the center

to play with your friend, okay?”

He woofed. Hurry up.

Leaving the engine to idle, she detached the spare key and cranked the AC.

She gripped Tony’s oversized shirt and peeled it off to reveal a tight plaid top,

red tassels dangling oh-so-tastefully from the plunging neckline. Gathering what

little dignity she could, she took a deep breath and climbed out of the taxi.

Piper adjusted the scraps of fabric her boss called a costume and popped the

trunk. Bright balloons unfolded from the cramped space, floating up in front of

her. She grabbed the strings before they could sail away. Each balloon had a

different saying: Be mine, Love, Forever. Some had a picture of a heart.

Picking up a red cowboy hat, she slipped it over the chestnut waves of hair

curling down her back and grabbed the box of Swiss chocolates. For the final

touch, in case it wasn’t demeaning enough, she pulled out a toy horse head glued

to the end of a wooden pole. With one more glance up at the sky-rise, she headed

for the doors.

“Hey!” someone shouted behind her. “You can’t park here.”

Recognizing the voice, Piper rolled her eyes before turning around.

“Hello, Dom.”

The short, balding taxi driver wore a black leather jacket despite the

humidity. He always gave her a hard time—probably because she’d scooped one

too many customers from him over the years. But today she didn’t have the

patience.

“What do you want?”

“Piper. I should have guessed.” He leered at her outfit, eyes pausing on the

red tassels. “Finally gave in to your urges and took up prostitution, I see. How

much you charging?” he asked, playing with the gold chain around his neck.

“More than you could ever afford.” She tipped her cowboy hat in farewell

and turned to leave.

“Hey, I’m serious; this is a taxi lane. Not your personal parking spot.”

“I’ll only be a minute. I’m grabbing the customer from inside. The meter’s

running. I swear.”

🔍In This Book______________________

She’s in the doghouse. He’s in the penthouse. When their worlds collide, can their lonely hearts become one?

Aspiring veterinarian Piper Summers has worked herself to the bone to graduate. But after she loses two of her three jobs, Piper worries she and her dachshund will be tossed out on the street. So when a hunky, cash-rich CEO offers her a lucrative gig as his dog walker, she swallows her pride and takes the position.

Billionaire Aiden Caldwell buried his fun behind a firm handshake and a sharp suit. But when the fetching woman of his dreams accidentally mauls him, he’s determined to break his leash and retrieve her heart. And after hiring her to walk his rescue hound, he’s willing to jump through every hoop to win her affection.

Though Piper is falling head over tail with Aiden, when her precious rescue center is vandalized and the wealthy man offers help, she fears he only sees her as a charity case. And as Aiden tries to prove his intentions are true, he struggles when business and pleasure start to blur into a serious case of puppy love.

Can they shed all their doubts and let passion bark up the perfect tree?

Paws off the Boss is the hilarious first book in the Rescue Dog Romance comedy series. If you like spirited heroines, wagging good times, and a splash of mystery, then you’ll adore Casey Griffin’s puntastic tale.

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