CHAPTER 29: SARAH
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Sarah’s legs almost buckled. Nick was here—in her home. How? Why? Never mind, she knew why. He’d hated her leaving in the middle of the night before and she was sure he hadn’t gotten over that pet peeve in the time they’d been apart.
“Can you call off your dog?” His eyes darted from her to Tank.
“Tank. Come.” She snapped her fingers.
The dog shot her a confused looked and then stared at Nick again, lips curled.
“Tank. Come.” She repeated more sternly.
The dog barked once more before he walked to her side and sat, giving her dirty looks.
“I don’t need your attitude today,” she mumbled as she scratched Tank’s ear. She had enough problems—like the six-foot tall, sexy one in front of her.
“Nick and I were just talking,” said Maisie.
Nick shot Maisie an odd
