Vow of Worth Emma Renshaw Contents Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Epilogue Enjoy This Book? Acknowledgments Also By Emma Renshaw Connect With Emma About Emma Renshaw Vow of Worth Copyright © 2020 by Emma Renshaw. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction. 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I love you so much. 1 Kiernan “You little fucker,” I growled. I should’ve known this dog would give me hell when I spotted him at the shelter. He fooled me. All alone, curled up in the corner, as his brothers and sisters played together in the center of the large pen. I thought he was being excluded. With one little look from his large puppy eyes, he stole the heart right out of my damn chest, and I knew he was the dog for me. I had grand ideas about taking him everywhere with me. He’d be my constant companion; I’d just load him up in my truck. He’d hop in with nothing more than a short whistle, and we’d hit the road as our favorite country music played through the speakers. I had dreams of training him so he could assist me out in the field. He’d be my running partner and would bring a little noise into my life, instead of the quietness that I came home to every night. Sure, I didn’t ask Roman if he’d be cool with a dog hanging out at the office of MarxMen, but I knew he’d accept it once Pepper Jack turned those amber eyes on him. Or least once Caden met him and convinced his dad to let him wander around the office. Roman had trouble saying no to his kid. If Pepper Jack hadn’t peed on Roman’s couch before I had a chance to introduce them, it would’ve worked. Probably. Maybe. At this moment, I definitely knew Pepper Jack would cause me trouble. He sat on his hind legs and pulled against the leash, refusing to go inside the vet clinic. He’d never been here before, so I had no idea how he knew he wouldn’t like it. And this damn dog was giving me a run for my money. I could bench press hundreds of pounds and run miles without breaking much of a sweat, but here I was, panting and sweating while fighting with a puppy that weighed less than fifty pounds. This dog had turned my entire life into a chaotic mess. A line of people and their pets were behind us, waiting to get inside, but it didn’t bother Pepper Jack one bit. The woman behind me huffed and tapped her foot against the concrete sidewalk while glaring at me. I clenched my jaw. “Fuck,” I muttered under my breath and bent down to scoop up Pepper Jack. He flopped on his back while in my arms and stretched out until his legs were completely straight. I turned sideways, waddling through the door, so I wouldn’t hurt him, but he reached out, hooked a paw on the doorway, and held on for a second. I was out of breath by the time I marched up to the front desk, and a bead of sweat rolled down the side of my face. “Hi. How are you? I have an appointment at two.” “What’s this little guy’s name?” “Pepper Jack Brooks.” As I said his name, his head lolled to the side and his tongue fell out of his mouth, and I swore he was smiling. The woman behind the counter gushed over him as I held back my eye roll. Of course he would act this way in front of the vet staff. Pepper Jack’s smile grew as each vet tech stepped up to rub behind his spotted ears. The huge, wide smile is something pit bulls are known for, but the white speckled spots all over his tan fur aren’t. The animal rescue didn’t know what he was mixed with. His litter had been dropped at the door in the middle of the night. I juggled him in my arms as I snagged the tablet from the receptionist. I set Pepper Jack on the ground. He curled into a ball and fell asleep as soon as his eyes closed, letting out a loud snore that scared the nearby cat. He hissed from inside his carrier, but Pepper Jack didn’t even flinch in his slumber. He ignored all other animals. The first time I took him to the dog park, he did the same thing he’d done with his brothers and sisters: sat in the corner and ignored the others. A woman brought her dog over to introduce him, and Pepper Jack stuck his snout in the air, refusing to make eye
