“If you need anything, you can call me.” Amanda slipped her hand into the front pocket of her turquoise smock, pulled out a card, and handed it to him.
“I already have a couple of business cards.”
“This is my direct number so you don’t have to bother with the answering service during after-hours.”
He took the card and the large smile plastered across her face told him she’d be an easy lay. Chains shoved it in the pocket of his cut.
“Let me walk out with you,” she offered.
“I’m good.” He threw her a stern look—the one that stopped citizens in their tracks—then left the room with Thor bounding in front of him.
Once Thor was settled in the car, Chains pulled out of the lot. The dog hung his head out the window, and Chains decided that it was time he found another clinic for Thor. He had no interest in seeing Autumn again. For a small slice of time, he’d lost his head and let a pretty woman get into his system, but not anymore. He never had to see her again. Afterall, she was nothing more than a mere blip on the timeline of his life.
Chains rolled down the rest of the windows in the SUV, letting the fresh, crisp air rush over him as he and Thor headed back home.