He didn’t want a pet, had never liked animals, so how had he ended up with a puppy? The dirty and wet little mutt whimpered from within the open box he carried under one arm, as he attempted to hold an umbrella over his head and unlock the door to his car with his other hand, all the while trying not to drop his briefcase. The umbrella fell to the side, and the downpour drenched them both. The puppy’s whimpers got louder, but he cursed as his keys slipped through his wet fingers.
“Looks like you could use some help.”
A white umbrella appeared before his eyes and a slender arm reached down to retrieve his keys. The woman attached to that arm straightened and then slid the key into the door lock. The umbrella finally moved to reveal her face. Brett could only blink at first as he stared at her angelic features, and that is exactly what she looked like. With the way the light hit her umbrella and trench coat through the rain, she might as well have been an angel. She was his angel.
“Oh, he’s precious.” He had almost forgotten about the puppy and didn’t resist as she took the box from beneath his arm.
Tightly gripping his umbrella and briefcase, he opened the door to his car and slid inside. His angel nuzzled the wet dog in the box before handing it back to him, along with his keys. Brett turned to place everything on the seat beside him. “I don’t know how to thank you for helping me. Do you need a lift?” He smiled and looked back where she had been, but there was only the rain. He gasped and glanced in all directions, but he couldn’t find her. If it hadn’t been raining so hard, he would have gotten out to look for her. How could she have just vanished?
Not wanting to get any wetter, he slammed the door and stared out the windshield. He didn’t even know her name. A yip from beside him got his attention, and he chuckled at the puppy with his little paws on the edge of the box, staring at him with big eyes and wagging his tail. “At least you got a nuzzle.”
It was then he saw it. Gold flashed against the puppy’s neck, and he pulled him from the box to get a closer look. A gold bracelet surrounded the animal’s neck like a collar, with a small locket at his throat. The initials ALB were engraved on the front. Brett opened the locket to see a small photo of his angel. He gasped in awe. This was hers.
He gazed again out the window, his mind already working on how he would track her down with the bracelet.