Chapter One Saturday morning
Would you hang on to that thing?” Robert complained as he steered into the turn lane for the Maple View Shopping Center. “Because if your crazy beast pees in my new car, I’m totally going Cruella De Vil on him.”
“Muckle is not a thing.” I grabbed my sheltie puppy in mid-leap. He was supposed to be sitting on my lap, but he’d spent most of the ten-minute drive clambering around trying to look out every...