Chapter 7

When the Husky was done, I held the leashes while Tru cleaned up the mess. But when he went to take them back, Fawkes wound himself around one of my ankles and sat between my feet. We both stared at him for a long minute, then burst out laughing.

“I could keep him,” I offered when Fawkes gave a tiny whine and leaned closer to me. “Al’s appointment is at six tonight, and that’s only a few hours away.”

Tru cocked his brow in question, then titled his head in a dog-like manner. “We don’t want to be an imposition.”

“You’re not. I don’t have much going on this afternoon in the way of work. I can play with the boys, and then hopefully they’ll nap for a bit. But either way, I’m happy to do it. He looks like he wants to stay, and Aldo loves cavorting with other dogs.”