Chapter 8
Over the next couple of weeks, life settled into a comfortable routine. As autumn progressed, the temperatures—particularly in the evenings—fell. This meant more fires in the hearth, which Barry had no objections to whatsoever. Snuggling on the sofa with his cowboys was rapidly becoming one of his favorite things.
Given the previous opposition Barry had had from his mother regarding dog ownership, he’d been reluctant to broach the subject of allowing Rex into the house. But when the men at dinner had talked of the likelihood of high winds and heavy rain that night, Barry had decided he needed to speak up.
“Cool,” Jimmy said.
“Do you think he’d come in?” Jake asked.
There was only one way of finding out. Barry stood at the back door and whistled for Rex. The dog came running
