Possessive Puppy (A Possessive Man #8) Read Online Lena Little

Categories Genre: Romance Tags Authors: Series: A Possessive Man Series by Lena Little
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 22178 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 111(@200wpm)___ 89(@250wpm)___ 74(@300wpm)
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I’m not used to seeing women, instead spending months alone with my trusty sidekick Molly in the Rocky Mountains, but I do come down and check-in from time to time.
I see women then, and they never have an effect on me.
All I do is come down to let my ‘bosses’ know I’m alive, collect my paycheck, and let them know how many smugglers and poachers I’ve removed. And then it’s back to my isolation, the self-imposed one that I enjoy so damn much.
Until she comes along.
Is that why I accept her as an intern?
There’s just something about the curve in her hips. I want to protect her, provide for her, and keep her safe. There’s nothing to fear when she’s around me.
Except for the biggest beast of all.
Me.
My dog and I are possessive creatures, territorial just like every animal is in its most basic form. And I’m already feeling damn territorial of her, just as Molly is of me.
Mauve is going to be my intern all right, but she needs to understand right away it’s a lot more than that.
She’s going to be mine…in every way.
Forever.
She’s one of us. And once you’re part of our pack it stays that way…for life.

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1

Mauve

“I’m sorry,” the applications specialist at the office of the Park Rangers with Colorado Parks and Wildlife says, her lips pursed. “You’re clearly qualified, I mean…a double major in biology and ecology going into your senior year. You couldn’t be a better fit. It’s just that we filled all our internship positions for this summer months ago. I’m really sorry.”

I nod. “Okay. Thank you for your consideration.”

I try to keep my head high, but the weight of the world on my shoulders is too much. I had an internship lined up in California for this summer, but the drought swiftly canceled that idea. The idea was to drive out to Colorado, show my dedication, and hopefully score a position.

Not so much.

Taking my manilla folder back from the woman I turn and move toward the exit of the rustic cabin where the two women inside have the privilege of working each and every day, a view of the Rocky Mountains right out their front door.

As I put my hand on the door, my qualifications tucked under my other arm, the woman at the other desk, the one who didn’t address me when I was inside, speaks up.

“Wait,” she calls out, and I turn, a sliver of hope shooting through me as I look back over my shoulder and release the door handle.

She looks at her colleague and says softly, “Is that mandate still in effect?”

“Come on, Brenda,” the woman who I just spoke with says. “You know that was never meant to apply to him. Plus,” she says, looking at me briefly and then looking back at the woman giving me hope. “No offense, but she wouldn’t last a day out there with him.”

“The Governor's office wants it. Mandated it.”

“I know, but come on,” she says, cocking her head in disbelief. “There are always exceptions to the rule. Plus,” she raises her eyebrows. “No way I’m signing off of that.”

The woman whose name is apparently Brenda scratches the back of her neck, contemplating if her idea to speak up was a good one or not. But she’s done it now, given me hope, and it looks like she wants to follow through with it.

“How’s your stamina?” she asks me.

“When it comes to being outside and around animals, I could hike these mountains all day.”

“Not like that.” She shakes her head. “I mean around people who can be a bit…difficult?”

“There are plenty of people in the world like that. I have lots of experience and no problem working with someone who’s challenging.

Brenda’s colleague smirks at her and Brenda sinks into her chair. “If she only knew,” her colleague says.

“Look,” Brenda begins, leaning forward on her desk, her elbows outward with one hand placed over the other.

“There is one…trial position, we could call it. The thing is…there’s this one internship position that we’re supposed to fill but we didn’t even bother. Turns out the governor’s office is breathing down our neck because there’s funding for it, which we accepted, but left empty.”

“And the truth is,” the other woman says. “We allocated that funding to other areas, so the money’s been spent but the position is still open.”

“That’s fine,” I say, excitement shooting through me as a smile covers my face. “I wasn’t expecting to get paid.”

“Not funding to pay the intern,” Brenda says. “Funding for basic necessities like food, water, housing.”

“I have a little money saved up from the jobs I worked during the school year and last summer. It should get me by for the few months of the internship.”

The other woman purses her lips. “The thing is, you don’t really need money with this kind of internship. You won’t be using it…or anywhere near a grocery store or convenience store most of the time.”


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