But as soon as she realized what she was feeling, Zinnia frowned at herself. “What do I have to be anxious about?” she muttered under her breath. “It’s not like I’m staying at his house.”
At that moment, Dapper—now free from his crate—seemed to pick up on her mood. He lifted his head from his bowl of premium dog food and nudged his nose against her leg, as if to say, *You’re right, Zinnia.*
Zinnia couldn’t help but smile, her spirits lifted by Dapper’s silent reassurance. Just like that, whatever confusion Landon’s odd phone call had left her with faded from her mind.
Behind the animal hospital, there was a sprawling yard—over five thousand square feet—set up as a play area for all the dogs being boarded there. Since Dapper was nearly recovered, Zinnia took him out back to romp around for a good half hour.
When it was about time for her shift, she headed back inside.
In the staff lounge, she scrolled through her phone, picked a few cute photos of Dapper from earlier, and posted them on Instagram with the caption:
*Just adopted this little guy. Isn’t he handsome?*
She set her phone aside and turned her attention to the bookshelf, pulling out several patient files for upcoming surgeries to review.
A little after eight, she followed her usual routine and made rounds in the inpatient ward.
Her phone, tucked in the pocket of her white coat, started to buzz. It was a call from the nurses’ station.
“Dr. Quinn, where are you?”
“I’m in the inpatient wing. What’s up?”
“There’s a problem with the patient in room V2002. You need to come right away.”
“Okay, I’ll be there immediately.”
V2002? Wasn’t that Xander’s room?
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