Later that night, Mike lay in bed staring up at the ceiling, absently scratching Charlie behind his ear. The pup didn’t whine when he placed him on the folded blanket on the floor next to his side of the bed. No, the damn thing had stared at him with huge, unblinking eyes and a soulful, lost look.
He had tried rolling over so his back was to the puppy, but he could feel the pup’s eyes drilling a hole between his shoulder blades. Rolling over, he had finally given up and growled for the pup to join him. Of course, it took another ten minutes after that to make Charlie stop licking him and settle down.
Mike drew in a deep breath and released it. He was tired, but his mind was buzzing with everything that he and Ruth had talked about. Mostly, he thought about how the carefully laid plans fo
