The Christmas Cafe by Eliza Evans EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: Eliza Evans
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- Genre: Romantic Comedy
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“SIT.” SYLVIE WEST DESPERATELY WAVED AN ORGANIC
uncured pepperoni training treat at her one-year-old pug-chihuahua rescue
puppy. “Come on, schnookums. Sit for mama.”
Uttering a delighted growl, Crumpet went into a sly downward dog
position, his teeth still clamped around Sylvie’s favorite Christmas-themed
bra. Considering it was a double D, it was a wonder the eight-pound pooch
had managed to stealthily snatch it off the bed and make it all the way across
the room by the time she’d turned around. As usual, Crumpet had deduced
that Sylvie was getting ready to leave for work, and the puppy wasn’t going
to let her go without a fight.
“Two treaties, then.” Sylvie upped the ante in her negotiations. Seeing as
how she was already behind on holiday preparations at the Christmas Café,
she didn’t have time for yet another power struggle with her furry toddler this
morning. “Now drop it. Drop the bra.”
Another playful growl rumbled from Crumpet’s throat, and she swore the
puppy’s furrowed eyebrows raised as if posing a silent question. What’re you
gonna do about it?
Welllll . . . she didn’t know exactly. Maintain eye contact, the trainer had
told her. Make sure the dog knows you are the authority figure.
Right. She was the authority figure around here. Or at least she was
supposed to be. But every time she gazed into her pup’s innocent, slightly
bugged eyes, she turned to mush. Before she’d fallen in love with him at the
shelter eight months ago, poor Crumpie had been neglected and abandoned.
Left for dead in a box on the side of the highway. The first time she’d seen
him in the pen, he’d cowered in a corner, resting his little chin on his paws
and gazing up at her with the most forlorn expression. Coaxing him out of his
shell had taken months—and a whole lot of gourmet treats. And now that he
was living his best life, she didn’t want to crush the dog’s spirit. Even if it
meant she had to sacrifice her good bras.
“Yip!” Crumpet gave the bra a good shake.
“You’re going to rip it.” Sylvie sighed and glanced around her cramped
bedroom. The fluffy comforters and pillows had seemed like a good idea at
the time, but now all the homey comforts she’d added gave Crumpet too
many places to hide—he loved to wedge himself underneath the antique
church pew under the window . . . or between her upholstered tufted
headboard and the wall. And of course her door was open a crack, which
meant she couldn’t make any sudden moves or her beloved little wiggle butt
would tear all through the house like a Tasmanian devil and probably chew
her bra to shreds.
“You want a chewy stick, then? Or a cookie?” She’d baked a new set of
Christmas-tree-shaped dog confections to sell at the café over the next three
weeks. “I’ll give you two cookies if you drop the bra right now.”
At the mention of cookies, both of Crumpet’s perked ears twitched.
Ah yes, she and this puppy had a lot in common. They would both do
pretty much anything for a cookie.
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