CHAPTER TWO
GRACE
When his car pulls up, I not only hear it, but see it. And for good reason. I’ve been waiting on pins and needles for him to arrive. My German Shepherd, Magpie AKA Maggie, lets out a wimpy bark and gives me a look.
Thanks for letting me know the hot stud just arrived, dog. Like I hadn’t noticed myself. Does my dog even know my nefarious plans? She might be ashamed of me if she did.
My breath catches as I hear his car door slam and his heavy footsteps approach the office. Soon his big body will be in this tiny office with me.
When the door swings open, my heart thumps all the way into my neck and I freeze as Maggie gives him a soft woof and wags her tail. Yeah, she’s no guard dog, that’s for damn sure. But she’s good company, even though she has no choice in the matte
