Jax spent most of Tuesday working on the second of the three books he’d selected. He discovered there was more damage than he’d originally thought and repairing it was a time-consuming business. So when he eventually finished, mid-afternoon, he was more than ready to get out of the workroom and out of the house as well.
At first he considered driving to a small mall he’d passed on his way to the estate but the idea held no real draw. Instead, he decided to go back to the shelter to see the newest acquisition.
Susan grinned when he came into the yard outside the kennels. “Couldn’t stay away, huh?”
“Not to bust you bubble, but I needed to get out of the house and stretch my legs.”
“And very nice legs they are,” she replied, then clapped her hand over her mouth in obviously feigned dismay
