Bennett eyed the friendly golden retriever as it circled Gemma and Uno, sniffing like it had never sniffed before. “Do you think I’m a dog hotel?” he asked, though he’d gladly take Patches—and any other dogs Jennie brought to him.
Jennie just kept watching the dogs as they started chasing each other in his back yard. She’d been distant and busy since her mother’s diagnosis, and Bennett had done his best to simply be there whenever she needed him. Admittedly, it wasn’t as often as he’d like, but she’d always responded to his texts, so he hadn’t pushed the issue. Everyone dealt with grief in their own way. Bennett knew that better than most.
Jennie had shown up that morning with the golden retriever and the words, “My parents are staying in Seattle for a few months, and Patches needs somew
