Chapter Sixteen
Billy Jo was sitting outside on the deck with Lucky, fussing over him, as Mark watched the cat hop down from the sofa and over to the bowl on the floor. He grabbed a beer from the well-stocked fridge and spotted the bottle of red, which she preferred chilled, so he pulled it out and reached for a glass on the shelf. He filled it halfway and then added some more before putting the wine back in the fridge, taking in the vegetables he’d never buy. He twisted off the cap of his beer and took a swallow.
“You stay in here,” he said to Harley, who was munching on his kibble, then reached for the wine and walked outside, pulling the door closed behind him. He spotted Lucky’s tail out in the long grass, and Billy Jo was sitting on the edge of the deck, her feet on the ground. She
