Chapter 9When they got home, the dogs were bouncing around them like maniacs. “Easy, easy.” Caspian greeted them, and let them out into the yard before ushering Flynn inside.
“This is nice. I’ve never been in the house.”
“I haven’t done much to it at all. Painted the bedroom and the living room, but that’s about it.”
“It’s cozy.”
Caspian looked around the farm-style house. It was worn, could do with some paint and fixing up, but he liked living here. The inside of it was in better shape than the outside, but it still held together.
“I don’t know where we should put her. In the bedroom?”
Flynn pursed his lips. “Yeah, I guess having her close to the bed would be good. Or I could sleep on the couch, and she could—”
“The dogs sleep on the couch. They all have their individual beds, the
