Playing House
Sarah grabbed the takeout and grocery bags from her car and walked into the house. “Hey, boys. Can’t pet you. Got my hands full here.” She tried to push past her two dogs, but that was no easy feat. Tank was a Belgian Malinois, a retired military dog, and Sweetie was a pit-bull mix. One of them alone could block the doorway but both together, wiggling and wagging their tails could push her back into the garage.
“You need help?” hollered Nick from the living room.
“No. I got it.” She squeezed between the two monsters and opened the laundry room door, stepping into the main part of the house.
Nick sat on the couch, glancing up from his laptop. “Wow. You got a lot of food. Want some help putting it away.”
“No. Thanks.” She headed into the kitchen. She was the luckiest woman
