Chapter 19
Jack threw covers over the bed, stashed a pile of dirty dishes in the oven, and stuffed dirty clothes in the closet. He didn’t usually clean house like this, but Ginger would be here any second.
Jack had called her to ask if they could meet to talk about his book proposal this morning. He suggested coffee at Java Beach, but she didn’t go for that. I have time now. If you’re decent, I’ll be right over.
As Ginger knocked on his door, he kicked Scout’s ragged chew toys under his dog bed. Scout c****d his head in confusion, so Jack ruffled the dog’s ears. “Sorry, bud. You’ll get them back later.” He pointed to Scout’s bed and snapped his fingers. “Stay.”
With reluctance, Scout curled up on the dog bed.
Jack ran his hand over his hair and opened the door. “Good morning. Come in.
