Chapter 61

Near the end of her workday, Zoe straddled Fraser into submission on a grooming table while she clipped the last of the Jack Russell Terrier's nails. He squirmed and yelped like she was torturing him medieval style, and she blew a strand of purple hair out of her eyes. At least he wasn't a biter.

"You're okay, baby. This doesn't hurt, does it?"

With Mama settled into rehab, Zoe had found time to dye the pink out of her hair and switch to purple. Normally, she didn't go that long between color changes, but things had been busy lately. Two nights alone at Mama's house, and Zoe hadn't known what to do with herself. She was thinking about repainting just to keep busy. The place could use a spruce.