Chapter 3
Thunder cracked loud as we made our way down the hall. Argus met us halfway, his eyes still sleepy—and a little accusatory.
“Did you wake up and find us gone, buddy?” I asked as I knelt to give him some attention. He sat, his big eyes on me, clearly unhappy upon waking and finding us gone.
“Poor baby,” Boone crooned as he joined me, lavishing attention on my dog. “Did that old thunder scare you?”
“He’s definitely not a fan of storms,” I told him just as another jag of lightning lit the sky, flashing in through the front window. On cue, Argus whined and plopped down in front of us, placing both paws over his nose.
“Oh, my God, you’re so adorable, Argus! Come on, it’s going to be okay. You can come join us on the sofa,” Boone murmured as he patted his leg. Argus wagged his
