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Gage
The large, black dog that greeted us with a toy in her mouth when we entered my half-brother’s office was adorable. She shoved the pink cheetah toward me, but shied away when I moved to accept it.
“She just wants to show it off, not hand it over. Isn’t that right, Bella?” Noah ruffled the dog’s fluffy ears.
Avery and I had scheduled the last appointment of the vet’s day, in hopes of having time for an unrushed, private conversation with him.
Noah’s eyes traveled from me to Avery and back again before he asked, “Where’s Scamp?”
Avery jumped in to answer, “We left him at home. He’s doing just fine, but we need to talk to you. Are we alone?”
Understanding dawned in Noah’s expression just before he nodded solemnly and said, “Yes, let’s head over to my residence where we can sit
