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It was almost over.
If you didn’t know about the dog, you’d never suspect the disaster that had happened in the store earlier. Despite Paulo’s fears, the bloodstains had sponged off the floor easily, and the only lasting damage was a few smashed beads and one broken sculpture. I’d pay Deck for the piece anyway. Why should he suffer financially because Shauna couldn’t hold on to her damn mutt?
Or because Ottie Marquette had dated the wrong man?
I’d sent Brooke and Paulo home an hour ago. Brooke had a dinner date with Sara Baldwin—something I’d encouraged in my Bad Samaritan persona because I thought Sara could use a friend—and Paulo had a dinner date with the wealthy New York businessman he pretended he wasn’t f*****g. Ana, Emmy, Hallie, and Bradley had stuck around to help wit
