Well, it looked like a dog had found her, for better or worse.
“Do you mind?” she asked Aldair. “I mean, it looks like he’s glommed on to me. Is it all right if he sticks around?”
“I don’t mind if he stays with you,” he said, then added, to her surprise, “I like dogs.”
If asked, Jillian would have said that she didn’t think Aldair seemed like a doggy person in the slightest, but she wouldn’t argue. Not when it meant she could keep the dog with her. Maybe she wouldn’t feel so trapped here if she had a dog to focus on. He trotted along at her side as she followed Aldair, who had resumed walking briskly toward town. Now they passed an art gallery on one side, and then a cluster of smaller shops across the street, an eclectic mix of more galleries, clothing boutiques, even a chocolate shop.
