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“I get the feeling you’re not selling cookies."
“Jesus.” His brow furrowed momentarily and then he looked past her. “So where’s the dog?”
“Down stairs. I wasn’t gonna bring her up unless I had a place to crash.” She gave a shrug. “And don’t worry, she’s better trained than most of your part guests.”
“You can bring her up.” He went into the kitchen, where he had been opening a bottle of wine before she came to the door. “And stay here as long as you want.”
“Thank you. I’ll be right back.” She went to retrieve her dog, thanking her stars that she had good friends.
