Rhys (The K9 Files #17) Read Online Dale Mayer

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: The K9 Files Series by Dale Mayer

Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 64284 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 321(@200wpm)___ 257(@250wpm)___ 214(@300wpm)

Rhys hadn’t expected a trip to Cottage Grove, Oregon to start with a house being shot up. If it had stopped there it would have been manageable. A drive by shooting that the cops should be able to chase down. But nothing was easy in his world. And this case went to hell right from the beginning…
Taylor, an army vet herself was struggling to regain a normal life after she was injured in an accident while serving. Taking on a war dog appealed as it gave her a connection that they could both relate too, but she had to pass some kind of interview before she could keep Tallahassee. An interview with someone with a prosthetic just like hers. Only he was far more capable than she was.

Still that was the least of her worries as things go from bad to worse, and she realizes these attacks were very personal… and very close to home…



Badger looked over at Kat, as they sat in their living room, and asked, “How did you get to be so smart?”

“I didn’t get to be smart at all,” she said. “I just knew something was there about his ex-wife, but I had no idea that he just needed to make peace with her. I figured he needed to deal with something.”

“Well, not only did he make peace with her—in the sense that they have spoken and have agreed to ignore each other—but her much-older husband is also not so happy to have her younger ex-husband in town. So Silas is chomping at the bit over that.” Badger laughed. “Not to mention the squatter seemed to do this elsewhere. Jenner did the sheriff’s job and checked in nearby counties, so that guy is sitting in jail, and the sheriff’s not happy to be shown up by Jenner either. But better than that, Jim is home, and Jenner will stay in town to help him fix up the place for wheelchair access.”

“I think that’s a great idea.” Kat looked over at Badger. “Is there any spare money to help out with some supplies?” Badger rolled his eyes at her. She grinned and added, “Well, I’ll help out with the prosthetic. I just figured that maybe they needed some building supplies to handle the modifications.”

“Absolutely they do,” Badger agreed. “I’ll talk to the guys about it.”

She nodded. “You do that.”

Such a note of satisfaction filled her voice that he grinned at her. “You, my dear, are one very manipulative prosthetic genius.”

“Only when it counts.” She walked over and sat down on his lap, wrapped her arms around him, and said, “Besides, it’s a happy story all around. How can we not like that?”

“It’s perfect. Jim’ll keep both dogs at his revamped childhood home, and even Kellie is getting comfortable being around them. I don’t see Jenner being dogless for long.”

“No, and I think it’s a great idea that Jenner sets up a way to help veterans. I mean, it’ll take some time to coordinate, but he’ll be somebody else for us to send people to.”

“Ah.” Badger laughed. “You’ve got a soft heart, my dear.”

“I do, but the good thing is, it belongs to you.” She wrapped her arms tighter around him and kissed him. Then she twisted in his arms and asked, “What’s this?” She pointed to the end table beside them.

“The next file.”

“Wow. Have you got somebody for it?”

“Nope, not yet. Jager thought he might know somebody. One of his neighbors. I guess their son came home, looking a little worse for wear.”

“Right. It’s hard to imagine how many out there aren’t even on our radar.”

“Well, this guy came back from a mission over in Iraq, got blown up—a story we all know—and maybe he needs to talk to you. I’m not so sure yet, but apparently a dog over there died in the same accident and he’s really heartsick over it. They were moving the forward operating base, when they got blown up. So he’s looking to find something else in his life to find meaning.”

“Oh, I like this already. Where will we send him?”

“We?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Absolutely. This is a we job.”

He smiled and agreed. “It is, indeed.”

“And where’s the dog?”

“In Oregon.”

She frowned at that.

“Why, what’s wrong with Oregon?” he asked her.

“Oregon’s fine, but I hope it’s an okay scenario for our War Dog and our next man.”

“This is a different scenario. We haven’t had one of these before.”

“And what does that mean?”

“Apparently a woman picked up the dog, contacted the ASPCA, found it was tagged, came up as one of the War Dogs, and they want somebody to go check on it.”

“She wants to keep it? Because, if that’s the case, it would be a good thing. Right?”

“She does want to keep the dog but is concerned about its training. She hasn’t had much.”