Chapter 10
Back in my apartment I let my guard slip down again. Aidan had brought over enough Chinese food to feed six people, but it was nice to have the variety. He said he knew a few things I liked and wanted to get them all. After that I think our moment in the dog yard was completely forgotten.
We settled onto my beat up old couch. I’d bought it in college and never got around to replacing it. It was worn but really comfortable. Something I’d been grateful for many times when I fell asleep watching TV.
Brownie sat at our feet watching us and anxiously waiting for something to fall to the floor, happily gobbling up whatever he could get his tongue on. “Does he always do that?” Aidan asked, watching Brownie warily.
I glanced at my big dog, nearly eye level with me as I sat on the co
