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The entry in his contacts list for Connor’s cell phone stared up at him, even as Jake stood in the kitchen and gazed down at his phone. He knew he needed to make the call, but for some reason, he hadn’t yet been able to make himself touch the screen and initiate the contact.
Taffy nudged him with her nose, and he leaned down to scratch her behind the ears, grateful for the excuse to delay phoning Connor. The dog’s wiry reddish-brown body wriggled in delight, feathery tail beating against his leg. As he’d thought, she’d been a little miffed about being abandoned, but since Jeremy had fed her and walked her and taken her home with him the night before so she wouldn’t be alone, it wasn’t as though anyone was going to call him out for animal cruelty or something.
Jake still didn’t know ex
