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Tim had barely stepped through the front door after a long day at work when the familiar sound of nails skidding across the hardwood floor echoed through the house. A second later, Kojo came charging toward him, barking excitedly, his tail wagging so hard that his entire body swayed with it.

A smile spread across Tim's face before he could stop it. The exhaustion that had settled into his shoulders during the drive home eased almost instantly. He dropped his keys onto the entryway table and crouched down just as Kojo reached him.

The large dog didn't hesitate. He bumped his head against Tim's chest, then, without a shred of dignity, flopped onto his back at Tim's feet, all four paws in the air as if he'd been waiting all day for this exact moment. Tim couldn't help laughing.

He scratched behind one of Kojo's ears before moving his hand to his belly, watching one of his back legs start kicking automatically.

Tim chuckled, shaking his head. "Some kind of guard dog you are," he teased. "All you want is someone to pet you all day."

Kojo answered with an exaggerated whine, his brown eyes fixed on Tim as though he couldn't possibly understand why the belly rubs had slowed for even a second.

Tim smiled wider, giving in immediately.

"Okay, okay," he said with a laugh. "You big baby."

His hand moved through Kojo's thick fur in steady circles, earning another satisfied sigh from the dog. The greeting had become part of their routine over the years. No matter how stressful work had been, no matter how late his shift ended or how exhausted he felt walking through the front door, Kojo always met him with the same excitement, as if seeing Tim again was the best part of his day.

Tim had owned Kojo for three years now, and he still found himself thinking about the day they met.

He'd gone to the puppy adoption centre with every intention of just looking. He'd convinced himself he wasn't making any decisions that day. He wanted to think it through first, make sure the timing was right, and find the dog that fit his lifestyle.

Then Kojo had walked over.

While the other puppies chased toys, barked at visitors, or wrestled with one another, Kojo had come straight to him. He'd sat at Tim's feet, looked up at him with those warm brown eyes, and leaned against his leg like he'd already decided where he belonged.

Tim had knelt down to pet him, expecting it to be one of many introductions that afternoon. Instead, Kojo had rested his head in Tim's hand and stayed there, completely content.

That had been all it took.

The decision Tim had planned to spend days thinking over disappeared within minutes. By the time he left the adoption centre, Kojo was sitting beside him in the passenger seat, occasionally glancing over as if making sure Tim was still there.

Looking back now, Tim couldn't imagine his life without him.

That impulsive decision had turned out to be one of the best choices he'd ever made. Kojo had been there through long shifts, lonely nights, celebrations, disappointments, and every ordinary day in between. He'd become more than a pet. He was family.

Tim smiled to himself as Kojo let out another contented sigh beneath his hand, completely convinced that belly rubs were the most important responsibility Tim had after coming home from work.

Tim gave Kojo one last scratch along his side before pushing himself to his feet.

"Okay, boy," he said, reaching down to pat his head. "Let me go get changed, and we can go for a walk."

The reaction was immediate.

Kojo jumped up from the floor and trotted straight to the front door, his tail wagging furiously as he pawed at it, already convinced it was time to leave.

Tim laughed, slipping his duty belt off as he walked past him.

"Soon, buddy."

Kojo looked over his shoulder with an impatient huff before pawing at the door once more, making it perfectly clear that, in his opinion, Tim was taking far too long.

Tim shook his head with an amused smile.

"I know. Five minutes."

Satisfied that he'd at least received an answer, Kojo turned around and faithfully followed Tim down the hallway toward the bedroom, never more than a step or two behind him.

Tim walked inside and began changing out of his police uniform. He carefully unbuttoned his shirt, hanging it neatly in the closet before changing into a comfortable grey T-shirt and a pair of dark athletic shorts. His badge, duty belt, and radio all found their usual places, part of a routine he'd repeated countless times after coming home from work.

Throughout the entire process, Kojo remained exactly where he was.

The dog sat near the bedroom doorway, watching Tim with complete focus, his ears alert and his tail occasionally thumping against the floor. It didn't matter that Tim was simply changing clothes. If Tim was in the room, Kojo wanted to be there too.

Tim caught sight of him and smiled.

"Were you a good boy today for the sitter?"

Kojo answered with a happy bark before tilting his head to one side, his tongue hanging out as his tail swept back and forth across the floor.

Tim chuckled.

"I'll take that as a yes."

About an hour before finishing his shift, Tim had called the dog sitter to check in, something he always tried to do if work allowed. She'd laughed as soon as she answered.

"Tim," she'd told him warmly, "you seriously have the sweetest, most well-behaved dog I've ever looked after."

The compliment had made him smile then, and it still did now.

His gaze settled on Kojo, who was still sitting patiently in the doorway with that same goofy expression on his face, his tongue sticking out as he waited for their walk.

Tim couldn't help thinking how different that sounded from the reputation most people automatically gave pit bulls.

Sweet.

Well-behaved.

Those weren't words many people expected to hear when talking about the breed. Too many people judged them before ever meeting one, assuming the worst because of stereotypes instead of the individual dog standing in front of them.

Kojo had proven those assumptions wrong every single day.

Tim had put countless hours into training him from the time he was a puppy. He'd worked on obedience, socialization, and consistency, making sure Kojo grew into a confident, well-mannered dog. It had taken time, patience, and plenty of repetition, but every bit of effort had been worth it.

Now, when they walked through the neighbourhood, people didn't cross the street to avoid him.

Instead, children would call out excitedly the moment they spotted Kojo.

"Can we pet him?"

It had become such a common question that Tim almost expected it every time they headed out.

Kojo loved every second of the attention.

He would sit the moment Tim gave the command, his tail sweeping across the sidewalk while little hands scratched behind his ears or rubbed his shoulders. He accepted every bit of affection happily, soaking up the attention without ever becoming overexcited.

Tim always stayed close, making sure everyone interacted safely, but he never had to worry about Kojo.

He was gentle, patient, and remarkably calm with children. Even the youngest kids, who sometimes moved unpredictably or hugged a little too enthusiastically, were met with nothing more than a slow wag of his tail and an eager expression that seemed to say he was happy to have new friends.

Watching those moments always made Tim proud.

Not just because Kojo was such a good dog, but because he knew how much work they had both put in to get there.

Tim smiled to himself before grabbing a pair of sneakers from the closet.

"All right," he said as he bent down to tie the laces. "You've waited long enough."

Kojo was on his feet before Tim had even finished the sentence, his tail wagging wildly as he hurried toward the front door, more than ready for their evening walk.

As Tim left the bedroom, Kojo stayed right at his side, matching every step as they made their way toward the kitchen. Even though he knew they were going for a walk, he didn't rush ahead this time. He watched Tim expectantly, his tail still swishing behind him, ready for whatever came next.

Tim opened the refrigerator and grabbed two bottles of water before setting them on the counter. He reached into one of the lower cupboards for Kojo's collapsible rubber water dish, knowing the summer evenings had been warm lately. If they were going to be out for a while, they would both need a drink.

He set everything together before grabbing the small backpack he always packed for their walks.

Before he zipped it up, Tim paused and glanced toward the fruit bowl sitting on the counter.

He reached over, picked up an apple, and washed it under the tap. Leaning against the counter, he took a bite, enjoying the crisp sweetness after a long shift. He wasn't quite ready for dinner yet. They could eat when they got home. Right now, all he wanted was to spend some time outside with Kojo before the evening slipped away.

Kojo watched him with complete focus, his ears perked up, almost as though he couldn't understand why eating an apple had suddenly become part of the routine.

Tim caught him staring and smiled.

"I'm almost done."

Kojo answered with an impatient huff, making Tim laugh before taking another quick bite. A few moments later, he finished the apple, tossed the core into the compost bin, and wiped his hands on a dish towel.

"Okay," he said. "Now we can go."

That was all Kojo needed to hear.

The dog hurried toward the front door so quickly that when Tim followed, he nearly tripped over him. Kojo circled excitedly, unable to decide whether to stand by the door or by the small table where the leash was kept.

Tim stopped and looked down at him, trying not to laugh.

"Kojo."

The dog's ears immediately turned toward him.

"Sit."

Without hesitation, Kojo lowered himself onto his haunches, his tail still sweeping back and forth across the floor.

Tim nodded approvingly.

"Good boy. Stay."

Kojo stayed exactly where he was, although every muscle in his body practically vibrated with excitement. His eyes never left Tim, waiting for the word that would finally send them out the door.

Tim chuckled as he reached for the leash hanging inside the front closet. The second Kojo saw it, his tail wagged even faster, thumping against the wall behind him.

Tim shook his head with an affectionate grin.

"Such a silly dog."

He reached onto the shelf above the hooks and grabbed the worn backpack he always carried on their walks. Over time, it had become second nature to pack it before they left.

He unzipped it and slipped the collapsible rubber water dish inside before adding one of Kojo's favourite tennis balls. There was a little extra room if they found themselves staying out longer than planned, but those were the essentials.

As Tim zipped the backpack closed, Kojo decided the process had gone on long enough.

A soft whine escaped him.

Then another.

Tim looked over to find him still sitting exactly where he'd been told, but his patience was clearly wearing thin. His tail continued wagging, and he shifted his weight from one paw to the other, looking between Tim and the front door as though silently asking if they could finally leave.

Tim couldn't help smiling.

"Okay," he said with a laugh. "Come here, boy."

That was the invitation Kojo had been waiting for.

He bounded across the short distance in an instant, his excitement making it difficult for him to stay still. Tim bent down to clip the leash onto his collar, but before he could finish, Kojo bounced forward, nearly knocking him off balance.

Tim caught himself with one hand against the wall and burst out laughing.

"Easy!" he said, still chuckling.

Kojo looked up at him with bright, eager eyes, completely unaware that he had almost sent Tim sprawling onto the floor.

Tim reached over and rubbed the top of his head before giving one of his ears a fond scratch.

"Come on, you crazy dog," he said, clipping the leash securely onto his collar this time.

He smiled as Kojo gave an excited wag in response.

"Let's go."

The words had barely left Tim's mouth before Kojo was standing at the door, tail flying behind him, ready for another adventure with his favourite person.

Tim opened the front door, and the moment they stepped outside, Kojo eagerly led the way down the front walk. His leash was just loose enough to show he wasn't misbehaving, but his confident stride made it look as though he owned the entire neighbourhood.

Tim smiled to himself as he followed behind.

The evening was warm, with a light breeze rustling the leaves overhead. The streets were alive with people finishing their own workdays. Some families were outside watering gardens, children rode their bikes along the sidewalk, and a few neighbours sat on their front porches enjoying the pleasant weather.

"Evening, Tim," one of the neighbours called.

Tim lifted a hand in greeting.

"Hey, Mr. Wilson."

A little farther down the street, another neighbour smiled as Kojo walked past.

"Hi, Kojo!"

Kojo's tail immediately started wagging, and he looked over as if he recognized the voice.

Tim laughed.

"I think people are happier to see you than they are to see me."

Kojo glanced back for only a second before returning his attention to the direction they were headed.

They continued through the neighbourhood at an easy pace, the familiar route one they'd walked countless times over the past three years. Tim enjoyed these evenings more than he ever admitted. After spending the day making decisions, answering calls, and dealing with the unpredictability that came with police work, walking beside Kojo gave him a chance to let his mind settle.

As the entrance to the park came into view, Kojo immediately noticed.

His ears perked up.

His pace quickened.

Then the pulling started.

Tim felt the leash tighten as Kojo leaned forward, his excitement growing with every step they took toward the large fenced dog area.

Tim laughed, tightening his grip just enough to slow him down.

"Hold on, buddy."

Kojo looked back for half a second before trying to pull ahead again.

"You've got to be patient."

The words had barely left his mouth before Tim started laughing at himself.

"I'm really telling the most impatient dog in the world to be patient."

Kojo, completely unconcerned with Tim's commentary, kept his eyes locked on the dog park.

When they finally reached the entrance, Tim opened the first gate, stepped inside with Kojo, and closed it securely behind them before walking through the second gate into the large fenced area.

Several dogs were already there, happily chasing tennis balls, wrestling with one another, or racing across the grass while their owners chatted nearby.

Kojo's entire body vibrated with excitement.

Tim knelt beside him and unclipped the leash from his collar.

"Go have fun."

Kojo waited only until the leash was free before taking off across the grass, sprinting toward another dog that was carrying a bright red ball.

Tim smiled as he straightened up, watching him disappear into the crowd of dogs.

Just as he slid the leash into his backpack, someone approached the entrance with their own dog.

The outer gate opened.

A second later, before Tim had a chance to react, the inner gate swung open as well.

Everything happened in an instant.

Kojo glanced toward the opening.

His ears shot up.

Then he bolted.

"Kojo!"

Tim's heart dropped as the dog sprinted through the open gate before either owner could stop him.

"Kojo, come!"

But the excited pit bull was already racing across the grass outside the fenced area, completely focused on whatever had caught his attention.

Tim took off after him without a second thought.

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Across town, Lucy slipped her apartment key into the lock and pushed open the door with a tired sigh.

The familiar comfort of home greeted her immediately.

She stepped inside, closed the door behind her, and kicked off her shoes before setting her bag on the small table by the entrance.

Her nursing shift had been one of those days that seemed determined to test everyone's patience. The emergency department had been overflowing from the moment she'd arrived that morning. Patients kept coming through the doors, call bells never seemed to stop, and every time she thought she'd caught up, another ambulance had arrived.

She loved being a nurse.

She loved helping people, comforting families, and knowing she'd made a difference by the end of her shift.

But there was no denying that some days were simply exhausting.

Today had been one of them.

Lucy walked into her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed, letting out a long breath as the silence settled around her.

For the first time all day, nobody was calling her name.

Nobody needed medication.

Nobody had another question.

Nobody was asking her to hurry to another room.

She closed her eyes for a few moments, enjoying the rare stillness.

After a minute, she reached over to the bedside table where her current novel rested with the bookmark tucked neatly between the pages.

A small smile crossed her face.

That sounded perfect.

The weather was beautiful, she wasn't quite ready to stay inside for the rest of the evening, and spending an hour reading outside sounded like exactly what she needed after such a hectic day.

Instead of curling up on the couch, she decided she'd head to the park.

She could find one of the large shaded trees, settle onto the grass with her book, and enjoy a little peace before heading home to make dinner.

It wasn't anything elaborate.

Just a quiet evening to herself.

And after the kind of day she'd had, it was exactly what she was looking forward to.

Lucy set her book back down on the bed for a moment before walking over to her dresser. As much as she loved her scrubs, she was more than ready to change into something comfortable.

She slipped into a pair of black leggings and pulled on a light sweater, the soft fabric a welcome change after wearing her uniform all day. Once she had changed, she ran a hand through her hair, pulling it back into a loose ponytail before giving herself a quick glance in the mirror.

Comfortable.

Exactly what she wanted for a quiet evening at the park.

She walked to the end of her bed and picked up the throw blanket neatly folded across the foot of it. It was one she often took with her whenever she wanted to sit outside, big enough to stretch out on if she decided to stay longer than planned.

With the blanket draped over one arm and her book tucked underneath it, Lucy made her way into the kitchen.

She opened the refrigerator and grabbed a bottle of water before slipping it into her canvas tote alongside her novel. After a quick glance around the apartment to make sure she had everything she needed, she headed back toward the front door.

She stepped into her shoes, picked up her keys, and paused for a moment to check the apartment one last time.

The kitchen lights were off.

The bedroom light was off.

Everything was exactly as it should be.

Satisfied, she locked the door behind her and headed downstairs, already looking forward to an hour of uninterrupted reading.

The late afternoon sun cast a warm glow across the streets as Lucy made the familiar walk toward the park.

The temperature was comfortable, with just enough of a breeze to keep the air from feeling too warm. Birds chirped from the trees lining the sidewalks, and flower beds outside several homes were in full bloom, adding splashes of colour to the neighbourhood.

She slowed her pace, enjoying the chance to simply walk without thinking about schedules, patient charts, or the constant rhythm of hospital life.

People were everywhere, making the most of the beautiful weather.

Parents pushed strollers along the sidewalks while young children skipped beside them, pointing excitedly at dogs passing by. A pair of elderly neighbours sat on a bench chatting comfortably, while several cyclists rode past with cheerful greetings. Groups of friends laughed together as they made their way toward cafés, and a few people walked hand in hand, completely unhurried.

It was one of those evenings that seemed to invite everyone outside.

Lucy smiled to herself.

There was something comforting about seeing the neighbourhood so full of life. After spending the day surrounded by the stress and urgency of the hospital, this felt like the complete opposite. Nobody seemed to be rushing anywhere. People were simply enjoying the evening, and she found herself doing the same.

A few minutes later, she reached the park entrance.

She took her time looking around, searching for the perfect place to settle in. She wanted somewhere peaceful but not completely isolated, somewhere she could enjoy the fresh air while still watching the world around her.

Her eyes landed on a large maple tree a short distance from the walking path.

Its wide branches provided plenty of shade, and the spot beneath it sat just far enough back that she wouldn't be in anyone's way. From there, she could still see the path winding through the park, making it the perfect place to relax.

"Perfect," she murmured to herself.

Lucy walked over and unfolded her throw blanket across the grass, smoothing out the corners before lowering herself onto it.

She settled with her back resting comfortably against the trunk of the tree and stretched her legs out in front of her. Her tote bag sat beside her within easy reach, the bottle of water tucked inside and her book waiting patiently.

For a few moments, she didn't reach for it.

Instead, she simply watched the park around her.

Families wandered along the pathways together, stopping every so often when young children became fascinated by ducks in the nearby pond or colourful flowers growing beside the trail. Friends walked side by side, their conversations carrying softly on the breeze. A handful of joggers passed every few minutes, focused on their evening runs, while dog owners laughed as their pets eagerly explored every interesting scent they could find.

The sounds blended together into a comforting rhythm of conversation, distant laughter, birdsong, and leaves rustling overhead.

Lucy smiled.

She had always loved days like this.

There was something special about beautiful weather that encouraged people to slow down, leave their homes, and spend time together outdoors. It reminded her that even after long, exhausting days, life continued in these simple, ordinary moments.

Taking one last look around, she reached into her tote, pulled out her book, and opened it to the page where she'd left off, ready to enjoy the peaceful evening she had been looking forward to all day.

Lucy settled comfortably against the trunk of the tree, adjusting the blanket beneath her before opening her book once more. The gentle breeze stirred the pages as she found her place and quickly became absorbed in the story.

For the first time all day, there were no interruptions.

No phones ringing.

No monitors beeping.

No one calling her name from down the hallway.

Just the quiet rustle of leaves overhead and the occasional laughter drifting across the park.

She had managed to read a few chapters before she completely lost herself in the book. Every now and then, someone walked past on the nearby path, but she barely noticed. It was exactly the peaceful evening she'd been hoping for.

A few more pages later, something suddenly caught her attention.

She sensed movement close by.

Startled, Lucy looked up from her book, lowering it into her lap.

Sitting just in front of her blanket was one of the most beautiful dogs she'd ever seen.

He was completely still, his warm brown eyes watching her with curious interest. His muscular build made it obvious he was strong, but the happy expression on his face and the steady wag of his tail made him look anything but intimidating.

Lucy couldn't help smiling.

She closed her book and set it carefully beside her on the blanket.

"Well, hi there, puppy."

The dog's ears perked up immediately at the sound of her voice.

Lucy laughed softly.

"Where did you come from?"

The dog remained exactly where he was, his tail continuing to sweep happily across the grass.

"Are you lost?"

She leaned forward slowly, giving him plenty of time to decide if he wanted to come any closer. Holding out her hand, she waited patiently while he stepped forward to sniff her fingers.

A second later, his nose nudged against her hand before he gave it an enthusiastic lick.

Lucy laughed.

"Oh, you're friendly."

The dog seemed very pleased with himself as she reached up to scratch behind one of his ears. His eyes softened immediately, and his tail wagged even harder.

"You are such a sweetheart."

As she continued petting him, Lucy noticed the collar around his neck.

"Oh," she said. "You have a tag."

She gently turned the tag over so she could read it.

A smile spread across her face.

"Kojo."

The instant she said his name, his head tilted to one side, as though he recognized it immediately.

Lucy couldn't help laughing at how adorable he looked.

"So your name is Kojo."

Another head tilt.

"Oh my goodness," she said with a grin. "You're just too cute."

Kojo answered with another wag of his tail, clearly enjoying every bit of attention she was giving him.

Lucy looked around the park for a moment before returning her gaze to him.

"Okay, boy," she said gently. "Did you escape your owner?"

Kojo simply stared at her with bright, expectant eyes.

"I have a feeling someone is probably looking everywhere for you."

She gave him one more affectionate scratch before standing up and brushing a few blades of grass from her leggings.

The moment she was on her feet, Kojo stood too.

His tail wagged enthusiastically, and he let out a cheerful bark that earned another laugh from Lucy.

She smiled down at him.

"Come on."

To her surprise, Kojo immediately fell into step beside her as though they'd been walking together for years.

Lucy looked down, amused to find him matching her pace perfectly. He stayed so close that his shoulder occasionally brushed against her leg, never wandering more than a step away.

She smiled to herself.

"You've decided we're friends now, haven't you?"

Kojo glanced up at her, his tongue hanging out happily.

Lucy bent down to stroke the top of his head as they continued walking.

"You're a very good boy," she said warmly. "But we've got to find your owner."

She looked around the park again, scanning the walking paths, the open grassy areas, and the nearby benches.

"They must be worried sick."

Her heart ached a little at the thought. If this were her dog, she'd be panicking.

So Lucy continued walking through the park with Kojo faithfully at her side, keeping her eyes open for anyone who looked anxious or as though they were searching for a missing dog.

Every few moments, she'd glance down at him and smile.

He really was the sweetest dog she'd ever met.

And somewhere nearby, she was certain there had to be an owner desperately hoping to find him.

Lucy slowed her steps before coming to a stop on the edge of the walking path. Kojo immediately stopped with her, looking up expectantly as though waiting to see what they were doing next.

She smiled and crouched down until she was at his level, resting one hand against his shoulder while the other scratched gently behind his ear.

"So," she said, studying him with an amused smile, "were you even in the park to begin with..."

Kojo looked at her, his head tilting slightly.

"...or did you escape from your house?"

His tail swept happily across the grass as though he thought this was a wonderful conversation.

Lucy laughed.

"I have a feeling you might be a little troublemaker."

Before she could say anything else, a voice echoed across the park.

"Kojo!"

Lucy looked up instinctively.

A tall man was jogging toward them, his expression a mixture of panic and relief as his eyes locked onto the dog.

The instant Kojo heard his name, his entire body lit up.

He barked excitedly, his tail wagging so hard that his whole back end moved with it. He began spinning in excited circles, letting out another happy bark before bouncing from one paw to the other.

Lucy couldn't help chuckling at the dramatic reunion.

"Well," she said with a smile. "I guess we found your owner."

Within seconds, the man reached them, slightly out of breath from running across the park.

The worry on his face softened the moment he saw Kojo standing safely beside Lucy.

Lucy looked up at him.

For just a moment, she forgot what she had been about to say.

Wow.

He was incredibly handsome.

He stood well over six feet tall with broad shoulders that filled out his casual clothes effortlessly. Short sandy-blond hair framed a face that somehow managed to look both strong and approachable at the same time. But it was his blue eyes that caught her attention the most. Even after what was clearly a frantic search, they were warm, expressive, and impossible not to notice.

She quickly pulled herself back to the conversation and offered him a friendly smile.

"Hi," she said. "I'm Lucy."

She gestured toward Kojo, who was still bouncing happily between them.

"Your dog decided he wanted to sit down in front of me while I was reading."

A small laugh escaped her.

"I figured he'd probably wandered away from somewhere in the park... or maybe escaped from one of the houses nearby."

Tim looked from Kojo to Lucy, still catching his breath.

For a second, he simply stared.

My goodness...

She was beautiful.

Her smile was the first thing he noticed. It was warm, genuine, and so effortless that it instantly put him at ease. Her dark eyes held kindness, and there was something calm about her presence that made the frantic few minutes he'd just experienced seem to disappear.

He hadn't expected to find Kojo sitting beside a beautiful woman in the middle of the park.

He certainly hadn't expected to forget what he was going to say for a moment.

A grin spread across his face as relief finally settled in.

"Thank you," he said sincerely. "I can't tell you how relieved I am."

He looked down at Kojo, who was now sitting proudly between them with his tongue hanging out, his tail still wagging as though he'd just accomplished something impressive.

Tim let out an amused breath and shook his head.

"You're such a dumb dog."

Kojo answered by wagging even harder.

"Come here, you goof."

Tim crouched down and reached for the leash hanging from his hand. The second he clipped it back onto Kojo's collar, the dog leaned forward and enthusiastically licked him straight across the face.

Tim closed his eyes as he felt the slobbery kiss.

"Oh, come on."

Lucy burst into laughter.

Tim looked up at her while wiping his face with the back of his hand, laughing right along with her.

"Apparently that's my reward for finding him."

Kojo looked completely pleased with himself.

Tim gave the top of his head an affectionate rub before standing again.

"I'm Tim," he said, smiling at her. "And this goofball is Kojo."

Lucy smiled back.

"It's nice to meet you, Tim."

There was an easy warmth between them that surprised her. They had only been talking for a minute, yet the conversation already felt comfortable.

"You're welcome," she said. "I'm glad we found you."

She glanced down at Kojo, who was happily sitting between them like he had no intention of moving.

"You have a very sweet dog."

Tim smiled proudly.

"He really is."

Lucy nodded.

"And he's incredibly well-behaved."

She reached down to scratch behind one of Kojo's ears again, earning another enthusiastic tail wag.

"He stayed beside me the entire time while we walked around looking for someone. He never tried to run off again."

Tim looked down at Kojo with a mixture of affection and disbelief.

"So..." he said with a small laugh. "He behaves perfectly for the complete stranger..."

Kojo looked up at him innocently.

"...but gives me a heart attack first."

Lucy laughed again, and Tim found himself smiling simply because she'd laughed.

For a brief moment, neither of them seemed in any hurry to end the conversation, even though it had started with nothing more than a runaway dog.

Before either of them could say anything else, Kojo let out an impatient whine.

The sound drew both of their attention downward.

Kojo had turned himself toward the fenced dog area again and was gently tugging on the leash, clearly trying to remind Tim that they had been interrupted in the middle of playtime.

Lucy couldn't help laughing.

"And he's impatient."

Tim let out an amused sigh, watching Kojo pull again.

"Oh," he said, shaking his head with a smile, "you have no idea."

Lucy smiled down at the eager pit bull before looking back at Tim.

"Well," she said, "I'll let you get back to your walk."

She shifted her tote bag higher onto her shoulder.

"It was really nice meeting you."

Then she looked back down at Kojo, pointing a playful finger toward him.

"And you..."

Kojo immediately gave her his full attention.

"No more running away from your owner."

Kojo tilted his head so dramatically that one ear flopped sideways before letting out a single bark.

Both Lucy and Tim burst into laughter.

"I'll take that as a promise," Lucy said with a grin.

Kojo's tail wagged as though he completely agreed, despite looking very much like he'd do the exact same thing again if given the chance.

Lucy offered Tim one last smile before turning to head back toward the tree where she'd left her blanket and book.

Tim watched her take a few steps away.

He should let her go.

They'd only just met.

She had her own evening planned, and he had no reason to think she'd want to spend more time with a complete stranger.

But every instinct told him he'd regret it if he didn't ask.

He took a breath.

"Lucy."

She stopped and turned around, looking back at him.

"Yeah?"

Tim rubbed the back of his neck, feeling strangely nervous.

"I know this is probably a crazy thing to ask..."

A small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth.

"...but would you like to come hang out with me while I toss the ball for him?"

He gave a small shrug.

"I figured... since he seems to have decided you're his new best friend."

Lucy looked from Tim to Kojo, who was still wagging happily between them.

She smiled.

"You know what?"

Tim waited, trying not to look too hopeful.

"I'd like that."

His smile widened immediately.

"I just have to grab my blanket and my book."

"Of course," Tim replied.

"I'll be right back."

As Lucy walked away toward the large tree, Tim found himself watching her for a moment before his attention shifted back to the dog sitting beside him.

He crouched down, wrapping one arm around Kojo's neck in an affectionate hug before scratching behind both of his ears.

"You don't ever run away from me again," he said, his voice softening.

"You scared me, buddy."

Kojo answered by rubbing the side of his head against Tim's arm, letting out a content little huff as though he knew exactly what Tim meant.

Tim smiled, giving him another rub across the top of his head.

"I'm really glad you're okay."

Kojo looked up at him with those familiar brown eyes before giving his hand a quick lick.

Tim chuckled.

"But..."

He glanced over toward Lucy as she bent down to fold up her blanket beneath the tree.

"I've got to admit..."

He lowered his voice conspiratorially, as though sharing a secret.

"You've got great taste."

Kojo blinked at him.

"Stopping at Lucy?"

Tim grinned.

"Good job, Kojo."

As if accepting the compliment, Kojo enthusiastically licked Tim across the face once...

Then again.

Then several more times before Tim could lean away.

"Oh, seriously?" Tim laughed, trying unsuccessfully to dodge the slobbery kisses. "That's enough, you menace."

Kojo's tail wagged even faster, convinced this had become a game.

At that exact moment, Lucy returned with her blanket folded neatly over one arm and her book tucked inside her tote bag.

She stopped for a second, smiling at the sight in front of her.

Tim was laughing helplessly as Kojo enthusiastically covered his face in kisses, while Tim made only half-hearted attempts to escape.

The entire scene was unexpectedly adorable.

A giggle escaped her before she could stop it.

Tim looked up at the sound of her laughter, finally managing to pull his face away from Kojo's determined affection.

"I swear," he said, still laughing as he wiped his face yet again, "he waits until there's an audience."

Lucy smiled warmly.

"I don't know..."

She looked at Kojo, whose tail was still wagging proudly.

"I think he's just happy."

Tim glanced down at his dog before looking back at her.

"Yeah," he said with a fond smile.

"I think you're right."

For reasons neither of them could explain, what had started as an ordinary evening in the park no longer felt ordinary at all.

Tim stood back up as Lucy approached, the smile on his face coming easily as she joined him. Kojo immediately noticed her and wagged his tail, watching her with the same excitement he had shown from the moment he'd first walked up to her blanket.

"Ready?" Tim asked.

Lucy nodded, adjusting her tote bag on her shoulder.

Together, they made their way back toward the gated dog area. Once they stepped inside, Tim took a moment to check the gate behind them, making sure it was completely latched before turning his attention back to Kojo.

"All right, buddy."

He unclipped the leash from Kojo's collar once more.

The second he was free, Kojo took off.

He raced across the grass, making a wide circle around the enclosed area before changing directions and running back the other way. His ears bounced with every step, and his tail moved so quickly that his whole body seemed to follow along with it.

Lucy laughed, watching him happily burn off all that excitement.

"He has so much energy."

Tim smiled, watching Kojo sprint around like he hadn't just caused everyone a small panic a short time ago.

"He really does."

He slipped the leash into his pocket and leaned against the fence.

"The dog sitter took him out this morning, but I like to take him for a run or bring him here after I get home from work."

He looked over at Kojo, who was now chasing after another dog's old tennis ball before proudly bringing it back.

"Honestly, we both need it. It gives him a chance to burn off some energy, and it helps me unwind after a long day."

Lucy smiled.

"I can imagine. He seems like the kind of dog who needs a lot of attention."

"Definitely," Tim agreed with a laugh. "He has a lot of personality."

Lucy looked over at him, curious.

"So, what do you do for work?"

Tim reached down and picked up Kojo's ball from where it had been dropped nearby. He tossed it across the grass, watching as Kojo immediately took off after it.

"I'm a police officer."

He glanced back at her.

"I'm a sergeant. I actually just got promoted to watch commander at my station."

Lucy looked genuinely impressed.

"Wow."

She smiled.

"That's great, Tim. Congratulations on the promotion."

Tim smiled, appreciating the sincerity in her voice.

"Thank you."

He watched Kojo return with the ball, tail wagging proudly as if he had completed an important mission.

"What about you?"

Lucy opened her mouth to answer, but before she could, Kojo walked right over and dropped the ball directly at her feet.

Then he sat down.

And waited.

Lucy looked down at him, surprised.

Tim stared for a second before laughing.

"Well..."

He shook his head.

"Looks like it's your turn to throw."

Lucy laughed, bending down to pick up the ball.

"Apparently he decided."

"Yeah," Tim said, grinning. "He does that."

Lucy pulled her arm back and threw the ball across the grass.

Kojo immediately launched forward, running after it with complete focus.

Tim watched the throw and nodded approvingly.

"Nice throw."

Lucy smiled.

"Thank you."

Tim gave her a playful look.

"Are you secretly a professional baseball player?"

She laughed.

"No, definitely not."

She watched Kojo race back toward them.

"I promise I'm not that good."

Tim smiled as she laughed, enjoying how easy it was to talk with her.

"So what do you do?"

"I'm a nurse," Lucy said.

She watched Kojo return with the ball before continuing.

"I work at the hospital. I actually recently got promoted to head nurse on my floor."

Tim smiled immediately.

"Congratulations to you too."

He meant it.

"That's quite a job."

Lucy nodded.

"It can definitely be hectic some days."

She looked toward the park around them before glancing back at Tim.

"Especially when things get busy, but I really do love it."

Tim smiled.

He could hear the pride in her voice when she talked about her work. It reminded him of the way he felt about his own job. The difficult days didn't disappear, but knowing they were doing something meaningful made the long hours worth it.

"I get that," he said.

Lucy smiled.

"I think that's why we do what we do."

Tim nodded.

"Exactly."

Behind them, Kojo gave a small impatient bark, dropping the ball at their feet again.

They both looked down at him.

Lucy laughed.

"Someone doesn't like waiting."

Tim shook his head.

"Nope. Patience is not his strongest quality."

Kojo tilted his head, completely unaware that they were talking about him.

Lucy laughed again, and Tim found himself smiling at the sound.

They continued watching Kojo race around the gated area, his excitement showing in every movement. Every few minutes, he would return with the ball, drop it at one of their feet, and wait patiently for someone to throw it again.

Well, as patiently as Kojo was capable of waiting.

Tim and Lucy had fallen into an easy rhythm, talking between throws and laughing whenever Kojo decided he was in charge of the game. It felt surprisingly natural, like they had known each other longer than just one evening in the park.

Tim glanced over at her as Kojo took off after the ball again.

"So, how long have you been at your job?"

Lucy looked over at him and smiled.

"Fourteen years."

Tim raised his eyebrows slightly.

"Fourteen years?"

She nodded.

"Yeah."

He smiled, impressed.

"That's definitely dedication."

Lucy looked down for a moment, smiling at the compliment.

"I guess it is."

She had never thought of it that way. To her, nursing had always been something she wanted to do. The long hours, difficult patients, and exhausting days were just part of the job she loved.

Tim watched the way her expression softened when she talked about her career.

"What about you?" she asked.

He looked back toward Kojo, who was happily chasing after another throw.

"I've been in the police force for eight years."

Lucy nodded, listening closely.

"And before that..."

Tim paused briefly.

"I was in the Army for five years."

Lucy looked at him, surprised.

"Oh wow."

Her expression softened.

"Thank you for your service."

The sincerity in her voice caught him off guard.

Tim had heard those words many times before, but something about the way Lucy said them felt different. There was genuine appreciation there, not just a polite response.

He looked down, a small blush appearing as he ducked his head slightly.

"Thank you."

Lucy smiled softly, noticing his reaction but not drawing attention to it.

Instead, they watched Kojo bring the ball back one more time, both of them laughing when he dropped it directly between them as though demanding their attention.

A little while later, Lucy glanced down at her watch.

The realization made her pause.

The sun had disappeared below the horizon while they had been talking, leaving the sky painted with the last traces of evening. The park lights had started to turn on, and the once-busy paths were beginning to empty as people headed home.

Lucy looked back at Tim.

"Tim..."

He turned toward her.

She hesitated for only a second before continuing.

"I hope I'm not crossing a line asking this, but..."

She smiled.

"Can I get your number?"

Her cheeks warmed slightly.

"I'd really like to talk to you again."

Tim's smile appeared immediately.

"I'd like that."

He let out a small laugh.

"Actually, I was going to ask for yours."

Lucy laughed.

"Beat you to it."

Tim smiled, shaking his head.

"Apparently you did."

They both pulled out their phones, standing beside each other as they exchanged numbers. It was such a simple thing, but there was something exciting about it.

Neither of them had expected anything like this when they arrived at the park.

Lucy had only wanted a quiet evening with her book.

Tim had only wanted to take Kojo for a walk.

And somehow, a runaway dog had brought them both here.

Once their phones were put away, Lucy looked back toward the path.

"I should probably get going."

Tim nodded, though he found himself wishing the evening wasn't ending yet.

"I have a really early shift tomorrow."

"Right," he said.

He understood. They both had demanding jobs, and he didn't want to keep her out later than she should be.

Lucy reached down to give Kojo one last scratch behind the ears.

"You be good, okay?"

Kojo looked up at her, tail wagging.

Tim smiled.

"Don't encourage him. He already thinks everyone is his friend."

Lucy laughed.

"Maybe because he is."

Tim looked at Kojo, then back at Lucy.

"Yeah."

A small smile crossed his face.

"Maybe he is."

Tim glanced over at Lucy.

"Do you live far from here?"

Lucy shook her head.

"Actually, I recently moved into a house about a block from here."

Tim smiled, surprised.

"Oh."

He looked toward the street that ran beside the park.

"Then we live pretty close to each other."

Lucy looked at him curiously.

"Really?"

"Yeah," Tim said with a smile. "I live two blocks over."

He glanced down the path they were about to take.

"I have to walk right past your house to get to the park. Why don't I walk you home?"

Lucy smiled at the offer but looked over at Kojo.

"Are you sure?"

She nodded toward him.

"I don't want to cut Kojo's park time short."

As if he somehow understood he was being discussed, Kojo looked up from where he had been happily resting in the grass.

Except he wasn't sitting.

He was completely sprawled out, stretched across the ground like he had worked an exhausting shift instead of spending the evening running around.

Lucy looked at him and immediately started laughing.

Tim followed her gaze and shook his head when he saw his dog lying there without a care in the world.

"He is so weird."

Lucy looked back at him with a smile.

"Oh, come on. He's adorable."

Tim chuckled.

"Sure he is."

He glanced back at Kojo.

"When he isn't chewing on your shoes."

Lucy's eyes widened.

"Oh no."

Tim laughed at her reaction.

"Yeah."

"How many shoes are we talking about?" she asked.

Tim gave her a look.

"Three pairs."

Lucy laughed.

"Three?"

"Three," Tim confirmed. "That's when I knew I had to seriously step up the training."

He had loved Kojo from the moment he brought him home, but that puppy stage had tested his patience more than once. Kojo had been smart, eager to learn, and full of personality, but he had also been determined to explore everything he could get his paws on.

Including Tim's shoes.

Tim shook his head with a smile before calling out.

"Kojo. Come here, buddy."

The moment he heard his name, Kojo jumped up from the grass.

The tired dog from a moment ago disappeared instantly.

He came running toward them at full speed, his tail wagging excitedly as he made a straight line for Lucy.

"Oh no..."

Lucy barely had time to react before Kojo reached her and enthusiastically shoved his entire body against her legs.

She let out a surprised squeal as she stumbled backward, caught completely off guard by his excitement.

Tim reacted immediately.

He stepped forward and caught her before she could lose her balance, one arm steadying her as she found her footing again.

For a moment, Lucy was safely held against him while she regained her balance.

Tim looked down at her, making sure she was okay.

"You all right?"

Once he was sure she was steady, he slowly let her go.

He gave Kojo a look.

"I am so sorry."

He shook his head with a small laugh.

"We're still working on him not thinking his whole body needs to greet everyone."

Lucy laughed, looking down at Kojo, who was sitting beside her completely pleased with himself.

"I'm okay."

She looked back at Tim.

"Thank you for catching me."

Tim smiled.

"You're welcome."

Kojo looked between the two of them, seemingly satisfied that everyone was still happy.

Lucy reached down and scratched his head.

"I think he just really likes people."

Tim looked at his dog and sighed, though the affection in his expression was obvious.

"Yeah."

He smiled.

"He really does."

As they made their way out of the park, Kojo walked a few steps ahead of them, his leash loose in Tim's hand as he happily explored every familiar smell along the path.

The evening air had cooled slightly, and the park was much quieter than it had been when they arrived. The lights along the pathways had fully come on, casting a soft glow as people made their way home.

Lucy looked down at Kojo with a smile before glancing over at Tim.

"You know..."

Tim looked over at her.

"I'm kind of glad Kojo took off on you."

Tim raised an eyebrow, amused.

"You're glad?"

Lucy laughed.

"Not because you were worried, obviously."

She quickly clarified, smiling.

"But if he hadn't run off, I never would have met you."

Tim looked at her for a moment before a smile slowly spread across his face.

He glanced down at Kojo, who was still happily leading the way.

"Guess the dog is smarter than I gave him credit for."

Lucy laughed.

"I think he might have had a plan."

Tim shook his head.

"Knowing him, he probably just saw someone willing to give him attention and went with it."

"Well," Lucy said, looking down at Kojo, "it worked."

Kojo glanced back at them as though he knew they were talking about him.

Tim smiled.

"Of course it did."

They continued walking together, taking the same easy pace they had all evening. Neither of them seemed in a hurry to reach the end of the block, but eventually they reached the street where Lucy's house came into view.

She slowed down, looking toward the house.

"This is me."

Tim stopped beside her, looking toward the home she had recently moved into.

"It was really nice meeting you, Tim."

He smiled.

"It was really nice meeting you too, Lucy."

For a moment, they simply stood there, neither one wanting the conversation to end too quickly.

Then Tim smiled.

"Why don't you text me sometime this week, and we can figure out a day to get dinner..."

He glanced down at Kojo with a small laugh.

"...or even just grab ice cream."

Lucy smiled.

"I'd like that."

She nodded.

"I'll definitely text you."

Tim's smile grew.

"Good."

Lucy looked down at Kojo one last time before she left.

She bent down, giving him one more scratch on the head.

"Bye, buddy."

Kojo immediately leaned into her hand, closing his eyes as she rubbed his head. A soft whine escaped him, almost as if he understood she was leaving and wanted her to stay.

Lucy giggled.

"Oh, you're too much."

Tim shook his head, watching his dog become attached to yet another person.

"See?"

He smiled.

"Five minutes with someone and he acts like they've known each other forever."

Lucy laughed as she stood back up.

"He has a big heart."

Tim looked at Kojo and smiled.

"That he does."

Lucy adjusted her bag on her shoulder before looking back at Tim.

"Is it okay if I give you a hug goodbye?"

Tim smiled immediately.

"Of course."

He opened his arms, and Lucy stepped forward.

The hug was warm and comfortable, a simple goodbye that somehow felt more meaningful than either of them expected. They stood there for a moment before slowly stepping back, both of them smiling.

"Goodnight, Tim."

Tim smiled.

"Goodnight, Lucy."

He watched as she walked up the steps to her front door. Before going inside, she turned back and waved.

Tim lifted his hand in return.

Then she opened the door, stepped inside, and closed it behind her.

Lucy leaned back against the door for a moment, a smile spreading across her face as she thought about how different her evening had turned out.

She had left her apartment wanting nothing more than a peaceful walk, a shaded spot, and a chance to read her book.

Instead, she had found a runaway dog.

And that runaway dog had led her to the most handsome man she had ever met.

She laughed softly to herself at how unexpected the entire night had been.

Who knew a simple trip to the park would end with her returning a lost dog and exchanging numbers with someone she already couldn't wait to talk to again?

Lucy looked down at her phone, already thinking about when she would text Tim.

She couldn't wait to see where this went.

Tim watched until Lucy disappeared inside her house and the door closed behind her.

For a moment, he stayed where he was, looking at the place where she had just been standing. A smile remained on his face as he thought about how unexpected the entire evening had been.

He had left work planning on nothing more than taking Kojo for their usual walk. A simple routine. A familiar path. A chance to clear his head after a long day.

Instead, his dog had managed to turn an ordinary evening into something he hadn't seen coming.

Tim looked down at Kojo, who was sitting beside him and watching the house as if he was still waiting for Lucy to come back outside.

"Come on, buddy," Tim said with a small laugh. "Let's go home."

Kojo happily followed him as they made their way back through the neighbourhood.

When they reached the house, Tim unlocked the door and let Kojo inside first. The dog immediately walked in like he owned the place, heading toward his favourite spot before stopping and looking back at Tim.

Tim closed the door behind them and shook his head with a smile.

"You really are something."

Kojo's tail wagged as if he took that as a compliment.

Tim changed into something more comfortable before settling onto the couch, finally allowing himself to relax after the long day. He had barely gotten comfortable when Kojo jumped up beside him, turning in a circle before settling down against his side.

Tim smiled and reached over, running his fingers through Kojo's fur.

The familiar comfort of having him there was something Tim never took for granted.

"Who knew our walk to the park would end with you finding the most gorgeous woman there?"

Kojo lifted his head slightly, looking at him as though he was waiting for more praise.

Tim laughed softly.

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head."

Kojo rested his head back down, completely content.

Tim looked at him for a moment, remembering the panic he had felt when Kojo ran out of the gated area. He had been scared, frustrated, and worried, but now, sitting there with his dog safe beside him, he couldn't help feeling grateful.

If Kojo hadn't taken that unexpected detour, he never would have met Lucy.

Tim leaned down and kissed the top of Kojo's head.

"You're a crazy dog..."

He smiled, scratching behind his ear.

"But I love you."

Kojo let out a content sigh, settling even closer beside him.

Tim leaned his head back against the couch, letting the quiet of the evening surround him.

He thought about Lucy's smile, the way she laughed at Kojo's antics, and how easy it had felt to talk to her. They had only known each other for a few hours, but there had been something comfortable about being around her, something that made him want to know more.

He found himself looking forward to seeing her name appear on his phone sometime that week.

He wanted to hear about her day, learn more about her life, and spend more time with the woman who had somehow turned a simple walk in the park into a memory he already knew he wouldn't forget.

Tim smiled to himself as Kojo rested beside him.

Maybe Kojo hadn't just gotten lost.

Maybe, in his own goofy way, he had led Tim exactly where he was supposed to be.

And for the first time in a long time, Tim was excited about what could come next.