“Cole, this is Larry Graham,” Adam said. “He’s the chief honcho when it comes to the day-to-day running of Domicile.”
“Nice to meet you, sir,” Cole said, shaking the man’s hand when he held it out.
“You, too, Cole. Feel free to call me Larry. Everyone does.” Larry looked at Bull, one eyebrow arched, and smiled. “When Adam said you had a dog, he didn’t mention it was a horse.”
“He’s not that big,” Cole protested, afraid they wouldn’t let Bull stay with him.
“I was kidding, although he’s not small, either. Come on. I’ll show you your room. We put you in a single because of…What is his name?”
“Bull,” Cole said, gathering his things, that he’d put down when they first entered Larry’s office.
“Bull. It fits.” Larry led the way to elevator that took them up to the second, and top, floor of
