Chapter 41
The laziness of Christmas afternoon had claimed them all. Taylor lay on the couch with Red on her lap. The heeler had taken a shine to her and vice versa. That dog was nothing but a big sook. He reclined on his back between the girl’s knees, eyes closed in bliss as she rubbed his tummy.
‘Isn’t he cute?’ Taylor must have found Clare’s old box of dolls beneath the house. Red now wore a frilly, buttercup-yellow bonnet, tied firmly under his chin. Tom chuckled and took a photo. Such a perfect day. Clare wished it might never end.
As an added bonus, there’d been the thrill of a phone call from Ryan. What a pleasure to hear his voice. At Clare’s insistence Grandad had filled him in on the Pyramid problem. They’d talked for ages. Ryan had seemed genuinely angry, and keen to help if
