![]() ![]() It killed Darcy to do business with him, but if she didn’t, he’d send the dog she wanted straight to the kill shelter. ![]() Johnny was complete pond scum, not to mention under investigation for illegally importing and exporting exotic animals. ![]() Today’s crap came in the form of one weasel named Johnny Myers, a dog trainer who lived two counties over from Darcy’s town of Sunshine, Idaho, deep in the Bitterroot Mountains. It was number three on her mind right now. Number three: Don’t take crap from anyone. Number two: Never let a certain man into your heart. Number one: Don’t stress the little stuff. So she’d taken a good, hard look at her life and decided that maybe a few “guidelines” wouldn’t hurt. But that was the funny thing about nearly dying-it changed you, in a big way. Darcy Stone had never been big on rules unless she was breaking them. ![]()
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