Chapter Seven
“I think the dog is going to be OK. He’s curled up asleep back there. When we get to the next town, we can find a twenty-four-hour vet hospital, and have them scan him for a microchip. Maybe he’s just lost, and his owners are frantic trying to find him.”
The woman, Tempest, spoke just as if she was not in a dangerous situation, with a dangerous man, in a dangerous location. And yet, there she was, prattling on to Merrick about being his Beloved (he gave a mental snort at that idea), the stray she’d forced him to take, and every other subject that flitted through her mind.
“I love dogs.”
Of course she did. He had no doubt she also liked butterflies, kittens, and rainbows. He felt quite certain that if he ever saw a rainbow, he’d dislike it intensely.
“My papa would never
