Chapter 31
People scattered in all directions yet Presley’s feet stayed stuck to the ebony stones. With her head tilted back so she could see out from under the rim of her giant hat, the only sound she heard besides the violent yipping of the Bichons was Hobie’s voice.
“Rocky, leave it!”
Less than two feet in front of her, a hairy, panting powerhouse of animal playfulness stopped his forward motion mid-air and plopped his butt down on the ground obediently. Rocky looked back at Hobie who was just a few steps behind him, a broken leash in one hand. Hobie lunged forward and took hold of the big dog’s collar before he decided to disobey then looked in her direction with wide eyes. But he wasn’t looking at Presley. Something behind her held Hobie’s attention and from the expression on his f
