Chelsea yanked on her jeans and grabbed her jacket. She considered changing into a more flattering blouse but quickly dispelled the thought. I’m not out to impress him or anyone, she told herself. Before she dashed out the door, she stopped to look at Hank, who had made himself comfortable on the sofa.
“Hank, I told you to remind me of Gregory if I am about to go and do something stupid.”
The big dog thumped his tail a few times in response.
“Well, don’t you have anything to say?”
Hank just panted and looked at her with a friendly face.
“Some friend you are, you big mutt!” Chelsea went out and slammed the door behind her.
She glanced out the window at the landing, hoping Dylan had become impatient and left, but there he sa...
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