Ten minutes later, he was locking the door, and trying to balance a new bag of dog food while Bailey wagged his tail and tugged hard at his leash, eager to go for a ride in the truck. The air smelled of snow and he wondered how much longer it would hold off. Dark gray clouds loomed over the town, and all he’d heard throughout the day was the biggest snowstorm of the year was on the way.
Bailey settled into the passenger seat of the Silverado and Logan stored the dog food behind his seat. Soon, they made their way to Poplar Lane and his new home. The real estate agent had texted to say he’d had to run out of town, but he’d left the keys with Logan’s next door neighbor. Since Logan’s house stood on the corner, he had only one neighbor on the east side.
As he pulled into the subdivision, he
