CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
It was Monday morning. Angie stood in the doorway and waved goodbye to Paavo. He was going back to work after spending the past few days acting like a mother hen as he watched over her, made sure she was all right, and suffered no nightmares, fright, or other repercussions after her harrowing experience with the Baron.
She did her best to convince him she was quite fine. And she knew she would be, in time.
She stepped into the living room. Standing outside the sliding glass door, his tail happily wagging, was the Westie, Jock. She opened the door, and he trotted inside.
Hercules, who was much more accustomed to fighting with dogs than sharing a home with one, immediately sprang to the top of a bookcase. As he stared down at Jock, at least his tail wasn't flicking, a
