Chapter 5
Mirman felt a strange tingle of energy as Gary’s square, solid hand closed around his wrist. He felt strength, heat, and something almost like a shocking jolt of pure electricity. Sorting those sensations distracted him from what Gary was actually doing. Then he became aware of the silky texture of Angie’s furry head beneath his fingertips. Another kind of energy arose from that contact. He couldn’t believe how soft the dog’s fur felt.
He’d spent a lifetime avoiding touching any canine, carrying the mistaken notion that their fur would feel harsh and rough, bristly or even prickly, as threatening and repelling as the appearance of the huge beasts he recalled from so long ago. Instead, Angie’s fur was as soft as any plush toy or velvet cloth, yet warm with life and a gentle radi
