“This is stupid,” he said. “Sitting here with a dog isn’t going to make me like dogs again.”
“I don’t expect it to.”
Instead of arguing further though, he stood and took a step closer, then another, then another. His movements were halting, and he seemed embarrassed to have her observing the whole thing.
“You’re doing great,” she said quietly. “Just kneel right here when you feel ready.” She patted the ground next to her, a few feet from the dog.
Tonio dropped to his knees, then sat stiffly, staring at the dog with a look of absolute terror.
“You’re okay,” she said. “He’s going to stay right where he is, and I’m going to have him roll onto his back.”
“On your back,” she said to Silas, loosening her grip on the collar, and he rolled.
The dog peered at them from his upside-down position, tongue lolling from the side of his mouth, paws bent in the air.
Tonio laughed a little. “He looks kinda silly like that.”
Soleil rubbed the dog’s belly and chest. “Yeah, he does. This is the dog’s submissive posture. When he’s like this, he can’t hurt anyone, but others can hurt him.”
“So that’s why it’s the submissive posture.”
“Yep. When dogs meet each other, or sometimes when they meet people, and they want to show that they’re trying to be friends, sometimes they’ll flop onto their backs like this.”
“Like their surrender flag?”
“They’re telling the other dog that he or she is in charge.”
Tonio watched the dog, a little more curious now than guarded. “I guess I’ve seen dogs do that.”
“Dogs really care a lot about the social order. They need to know who is in charge all the time, and when they do, they’re much happier, more well-behaved dogs.”
“I don’t think my brother’s dog ever knew who was in charge.”
“It’s hard to know why he attacked you. But we can help you feel confident around dogs so that when you are with them, they know you’re in charge.”
“That doesn’t mean they won’t bite.”
“No, you’re right. But every dog and every situation is different. Let’s consider this dog, right now. Do you think he’s going to bite you?”
“He might.”
“I’ve had him for six years, and he’s never bitten anyone. It’s not likely he’ll do so now.”
Tonio looked doubtful.
“Silas knows I’m the alpha dog here. I’m going to put my hand over his muzzle, and when I do, I’d like you to reach out and touch him.”
“Hell, no.”
“How about just on his tail?”
He half smiled. “This is still stupid.”
She put her hand over Silas’s mouth, and nodded at Tonio.
He reached out, slowly, slowly, and his hand grazed the very end of Silas’s slowly thumping tail. As soon as he touched him and nothing happened, Tonio grew a bit bolder and moved his hand higher, to the dog’s haunch. He gave Silas a tentative pat, then pulled his hand away, looking proud of himself.
Soleil smiled. “Great,” she said. “You did great.”
Tonio’s gaze remained glued on the dog.
“I think that’s enough progress for one day, don’t you?” she continued.
He finally looked up at her with frightened puppy-dog eyes. “Can I go now?”
“Sure, but I want you to meet me again tomorrow, same time, same place. Deal?”
“Yeah, okay, whatever,” he said as he hurried out of the room.
Soleil gave the dog a hard rub on his ears. “Good boy, Si.”
She could relate to Tonio. His fear of dogs wasn’t so different than her fear of West. Both of them had valid reasons for being afraid.
She put her hand on her belly, where a fluttering sensation had started, and she thought of West. He hadn’t felt the baby’s movements the way she had, hadn’t had the time to let the reality of impending parenthood even settle on him yet. She’d really been a jerk to keep the truth from him for so long, and she felt horrible about it now.
She owed him the time to process his new reality and decide how he wanted to be involved. Even if the waiting was akin to torture.
CHAPTER SIX
FRIDAY AFTERNOON, Soleil was waving goodbye to her last batch of interns for the year. She still hadn’t heard from West, and her anxiety was moving into the panicked range.
The last two days of camp had consumed her, but now the hubbub was over, and the farm was, thankfully, silent except for the sound of her assistant, Michelle, swaying on the porch swing nearby.
Back from her battle with the flu, she was beginning to look like a normal human again and had expressed a strong desire to get out and go for a walk today because she was so sick of being cooped up indoors.
“So,” Soleil said, turning to Michelle. “Room service?”
The other woman rolled her eyes. Room service for them meant nothing in the way of luxury. Rather, it referred to the cleanup they had to do every time a group of interns left.
If they worked fast, they could get it done in a half hour and head for their favorite trail while there was still plenty of light.
“You’re such a tyrant,” Michelle complained, but she pushed herself off the swing and hurried inside. She liked to set an egg timer to see if they could beat their record time for getting the work done.
Soleil tried to forget her worries in the frenzy of cleaning, but as she was shoving laundry into the washer, she let her mind wander back to West. She realized with some horror that she was now even more disturbed by the prospect of him not caring about the baby at all than she was with the idea of having to fight off his well-intentioned advances.
God, she was screwed up.
Because the kids had done a pretty good job of cleaning up their rooms before leaving, Soleil and Michelle were finished in twenty minutes, and shortly thereafter, they were breathing in the fresh cold mountain air and working up a sweat as they hiked along the ridge overlooking the lake.
As they walked, Soleil filled Michelle in on the events of the days she’d missed. She desperately needed to talk to someone neutral about her West worries.
“You’re lying,” Michelle said in response to her biggest piece of news.
“I’m not,” Soleil said, shaking her head, unable to contain a grin at her friend’s shock.
“West Morgan did not just ride into town and nearly run over one of our goats.”
“Why would I make that up?”
“Because you’re cruel. Because you know this is exactly the kind of gossip I want to hear.”
The path they followed went three miles on the high country trail at the top of the ridge overlooking Promise Lake. It was Soleil’s favorite hike in the area, and it felt great to be getting some aerobic exercise finally.
“He saw that I was pregnant, of course, so I had to tell him.”
“Oh, my God. You really are serious, aren’t you?” Michelle was breathing heavily between words as they made their way up an incline in the trail, between a grove of pine trees and a poison oak-filled meadow.
“He completely freaked out.”
Michelle stopped, forcing Soleil to stop, too.
“You did it! You finally told him. Oh, thank goodness.”
Michelle had been oozing disapproval for weeks that Soleil was keeping the truth about the baby’s father to herself. Michelle was, in fact, the only person who knew until three days ago when West had arrived.
“You don’t have to make me sound so evil.”
“You know that’s not what I mean. It’s just you don’t need the stress of that confession hanging over your head. At least now things can move toward a resolution.”
“Things don’t need to move anywhere.”
Michelle stopped staring at her and started walking again. “So what did he say?”