Silvertip Mountain Most pitbulls are just three shih tzus wearing a trench coat

Arielle had no idea anything was going on; she was completely oblivious to the reaction the bruin-jaw's body was having to his thoughts of her; she was completely oblivious to the fact that he even saw her that way. No matter how often her thoughts drifted to him and what it would be like to be his, she would never have guessed he felt the same. If she had been paying enough attention, though, she might have seen the signs; maybe she had but was too afraid to hope they meant what she wanted them to mean. 

The healer was staring pointedly at his injured nail, her face hot. Thankfully, he couldn't read her thoughts. She was so wrapped up in her own stuff that she didn't even realize how awkwardly he stared or how long they went without saying anything. When he spoke, she lifted her gaze and smiled. It's no problem, she offered in return to his thanks. 

His chuckle made her heart leap. Yes, definitely, she said, getting to her own feet. See you tonight. She wished it were for something more than tending his wound, but she would take whatever she would get. At least he would be here again. 

She would watch him leave before turning to clean up the mess and make sure she had enough in the den to treat him later, all the while her heart skipping at the idea that he would be back.