Chapter 3
The slam of the door to his Silverado seemed final in a way Brady couldn’t quite accept. He glanced at the empty seat next to him. It seemed like Pooch should still be there, despite the fact that the dog had occupied the passenger side of the vehicle for only a few moments, just the one time, on the drive from the downtown area to the dog shelter. Still, it had been nice to have a companion with him, a cute one, one that pressed his nose to the window and watched where they were going with interest but didn’t ask a lot of questions.
Realizing he was being silly, Brady started his truck and backed it out. Had it been all that long since he had a companion of sorts? Not really. He’d broken up with Charlotte only a few months before he moved to Holiday Hills, so it wasn’t that lo
