Chapter 46
NickOphelia the beagle sniffed my shoe, and I hoped to pass muster. Micky went into the kitchen to get me a soda. Finally, I had a chance to talk to her. When she'd called me the night before, she'd even insisted on seeing me in person.
I shifted from the edge of the couch to settle back on the plush cushions. Ophelia must have decided I was okay. She jumped up on the seat next to me and laid her head on my leg, promptly falling asleep with an unladylike snore.
"She's a softie," Micky said, setting a glass of soda on a coaster in front of me and sitting in a side chair angled so she could look me in the eye.
"She's adorable." I leaned forward with my elbows on my knees, navigating around Ophelia's head. Micky ran her fingers through her ponytail for the tenth time since I’d
