Chapter Thirteen
The chime of the doorbell had her holding her breath for a moment, and she reached down and ran her hand over Lucky, who was right beside her. When the door opened, staring down at her was a familiar unsmiling round face. The way he looked at her reminded her why she’d never liked Tolly Shephard.
“What are you doing here?” he said.
Okay, so now it was awkward.
“Hi. Is Gail here?” Billy Jo did her very best to put all the friendliness she could into her voice as she looked up at a man who had never made a secret of how much he didn’t like her, either.
He stepped back, then bent down to the dog. “Hey there, Lucky. Missed you.”
At least the dog was welcome.
Tolly gestured to her. “Well, come on in,” he drawled and stepped back. “She’s in the kitchen, just getting dinne
