Chapter 7
AustinWhoa. Austin expected a Labrador retriever, but what charged out of the door was an extra-large version of a yellow lab mix. Despite the dog’s low-growling approach and heavy-sniffing inspection, Austin must have passed muster because as he spoke soothingly, Jake examined Austin’s scent, then leaned heavily against his leg.
"He’s making friends, and now he would like his ears rubbed, please." Haley laughed. Clear and bubbly like sparkling water, the sound fizzled inside his chest.
"Yeah, ear rubs are right up there with belly rubs, I guess," Austin must have found the sweet spot because the dog’s tongue hung limply from his mouth. "My mother’s Yorkshire does the same thing," he added when he caught Haley’s questioning look. A second later, the dog charged back inside the
