“Thanks. You should be able to find everything you need in the kitchen.” Aaron reached for the leash hanging by the door, and Honey began prancing around, her toes clicking against the linoleum, her tail wagging furiously. It seemed she didn’t mind that it was raining the proverbial cats and dogs. Aaron didn’t seem to mind, either. He pulled on a jacket, then flung the door open with an excited, “Come on, Honey-girl, let’s go for a walk.”
Xander smiled and gathered up the groceries he had set aside. Moving deeper in the apartment, he expected to find the signs of a puppy in the household—destroyed shoes and carpeting, scratches on doors, maybe even an indication that she had been waiting too long for her walk, but Honey was apparently a very well-behaved puppy. Xander began unpacking the
