“Well, I’ll leave you to unpack and make yourself comfortable. Oh, and there’s room in the dresser and the closet.”
“Thanks very much.”
“Don’t mention it. Dinner will be ready whenever you are. How do you like your steak?”
“Rare, please.”
“Okay, then. Just come down when you’re ready. And after dinner I’ll introduce you to the cats.”
“Sounds like a plan.” Kyle swung his suitcase up onto the bed and unzipped it.
“Come on, Def,” Pat said to the dog.
Def. Really unusual name for a dog. If conversation began to drag over dinner, he could always ask about it.
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Kyle hung up his suit jacket, strolled down the hallway to the bathroom, then followed his nose down to the kitchen where Pat was busy preparing their dinner. “I couldn’t help noticing the painting in the upstairs hallway.
