“Are you trying to steal my dog’s affection?” Chrissie asked Ian.
He was driving her—in his Mercedes this time—in the direction of Yatesville. Shuri was in the backseat, enjoying the brand-new chew toy Ian had brought for her. It was shaped like a helicopter. Chrissie had no idea where Ian had found it, but it was perfect. “Because I won’t let her go without a fight.”
Ian’s eyebrows drew together in a perplexed frown. ”I’m not trying to come between you and Shuri, I promise.”
Ever since she’d accepted his invitation to a “surprise,” he’d sounded nervous. And then he’d presented Shuri with that gift, and her heart had just about melted.
Chrissie turned all the way around so she could feast her eyes on Shuri’s blissful communion with the chew toy. “Do you think any human can love anythin
