Chapter Seventeen
His truck rumbled before he parked and turned off the engine, taking in the bungalow, its curtains drawn and blinds closed. He wondered how long it would be before Chloe felt comfortable again, considering hiding for so long had likely become second nature to her.
The puppy was climbing on the seat, and he lifted the little guy—or, rather, girl.
“Well, too late to take you back, so she’d better like you.”
The puppy licked his face as he closed the door and held the wriggling bundle up the walkway. He pulled open the screen and knocked, then waited one second and then another. There it was, the slight flutter of the curtains, then the footsteps. He listened to the two deadbolts being unlocked, and then the door opened. He took in her wide eyes as she pulled the door op
