Chapter 12

George shrugged. “Someone to spend it with kind of makes all the difference.” To Casey’s additional surprise, George blushed, then looked at the floor. “So, breakfast?”

“Sure. But you want help?”

“Help?”

“I can make a mean omelet.”

George was back to smiling. “Great. I’m starving.”

Casey swung my legs out of the bed and, for the first time, noticed Abraham sitting next to George. Casey couldn’t help but laugh at the dog as he stared up at George with such love in his eyes.

“Sorry. He follows me everywhere.”

“Was he in here last night?”

“Being a peeping dog? Probably.” George bent down and patted Abraham’s head. “He won’t kiss and tell, though.” 8