Chapter Sixteen
“Thank you for a delicious dinner, Tom. I appreciate you jumping in like that,” Elias said, hanging the tea towel he’d been using to dry the dishes back on its hook, then bending to fuss Harry, who’d been sticking close to the three of them as they cleared up after their meal—ever hopeful of some leftovers, no doubt. The dog wagged his tail delightedly.
Thomas squeezed out the dishcloth and put it to dry. “I told you, it’s no bother. We’ll rub along together nicely, the three of us—sorry,” he smiled down at the dog, who was now on his back and demanding belly rubs from Elias, “I mean four of us, of course. Though I suspect that Harry here won’t be much help around the place. He tends to create jobs, rather than carry them out. He’s quite the freeloader.”
“Just as well he
