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“I get the feeling you’re not selling cookies."
“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.
While she was gone, he went and checked the guest bedroom to make sure there were clean sheets and a towel; luckily, there were. When he got back to the kitchen, he sat at the table with his glass and googled house fires in her area on his phone.
She got back up, carrying a backpack with her Australian Shepherd walking against her leg.
“Tony, meet Raliegh.” The dog went over to him and sniffed him then, sat and wagged her tail.
