Chapter 7

“Justin Abbot. You’re not afraid of dogs, are you?” he asked as they shook hands, looking over Izzy’s shoulder.

“Not in the least, I love dogs.” Izzy turned to see what had caught Justin’s attention.

There was a slim teenaged girl with long braids and denim overalls walking toward the house from across the yard. She had several dogs walking around her as a pack. None of the dogs ran ahead, they were clearly obedient, because they could also clearly tell that Izzy was a stranger and the car wasn’t familiar, either.

“Oh wow,” Izzy said spontaneously, because frankly he’d never seen such a thing. Well, of course on TV on those dog training reality shows, but not in real life.

“That’s my baby sister Lettie and her pack. She rehabilitates and trains shelter dogs. Adopts them out.” Justin waved at the girl. “You can let them go, Izzy likes dogs.”

“Okay!” she called back cheerily, said something to the dogs who all ran forward as if literally let out of a gate.