Chapter Seventeen
“We didn’t get a chance to talk,” Chase McCabe said as he wandered over to where Mark was standing on the manicured grass in the beautiful backyard, holding a mug of coffee, watching over his dog, who was walking slowly across the grass, sniffing. He knew he was being watchful, worried, and appreciated the fact that no one had teased him.
The man was tall, with light hair. Mark wondered whether Billy Jo understood how much her parents loved her. He had seen it within the first five minutes after they showed up at the vet clinic, even in the way Chase McCabe had grilled him over the phone.
Mark nodded. Billy Jo, her mom, and Lesley were finishing off a bottle of wine, and he thought he’d heard her laugh more tonight than she ever had. “No, I guess not. Heard from Billy
