Trish greeted me at her front door with a wiggling, joyous Emmett in her arms. She smiled as she handed him over, and because she didn't slam the door in my face, I concluded he'd kept his part of the bargain.
But between licks and tiny woofs, I heard "Strange moment this evening" and something else I couldn't understand above the din. I crammed him under my arm so I could he couldn't get to my face, shushed him, and asked her to repeat herself.
"Kevin was out in the front yard with the dogs while they played and took care of business. I happened to look out the front window and see this Italian-looking beauty talking to him, you know—olive skinned, dark-haired. Anyway—"
Olive-skinned? I was all attention and trying not to act like it. Also trying mightily not to interrupt her.
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