Chapter 119

“Move it, damn it,” Vance growled. When King remained where he was, Vance tried to get around him. King stood, effectively blocking that maneuver. “Damn it, dog.” Vance sighed. “Look, tell you what, I’ll walk you down the path to the street and back again if you move. That’s it.”

Whether he understood the words or just the intent, King moved, going to sit patiently by the front door. Vance started toward him, realized what he was wearing, or not wearing, and slowly went upstairs, holding on to the banister to keep from stumbling. It took all his concentration to find a shirt, and then his sandals, but finally he was dressed enough to be presentable.

The minute he made it downstairs, King woofed softly as if to remind him what he was supposed to do now. With a nod, Vance joined him, attaching the leash to his collar, then disarmed the security system and unlocked the door.