I wouldn't have unlocked the door for him, but it didn't matter. He still had the key I'd given him the night of my first date with Mack. The irony of this wouldn't hit me until much later.
He entered the apartment with all three dogs, Zip, Teva, and Emmett, on his heels.
Teva was uncomfortable in her new surroundings, more like a wild animal than a pet. She paced back and forth through the rooms panting, sniffing at furniture and spots on the floor, seeking something that smelled right. I came closer than anything else, so she finally perched on my feet in the kitchen where I was pouring myself another drink.
Don didn't say anything. Though my back was to him, I could feel his indecision about what to do or say.
In the end, he did the only thing that made any sense. Stepping gingerly
