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Donovan spotted several boaters crossing a fewcrazily as they whipped across the blue waves They looked carefree and happy—so Donovan had never been as a child

“Jesus Christ, Coco What the hell have you got there?”

Donovan turned around Jack was in the process of unloading his truck and glared across the driveway at a defiant little critter as staring back at him as that a dead animal in its mouth?

She hadn’t realized the dog had been crated on the plane until they’d landed, and though she’d been dying to comment on his little friend, she’d kept her -each-other-stage at the moment

She watched Jack closely, saw the muscle work its way across his jaw, and she kneas about to lose it The dog shook its head as if to say, ‘hey, look at this’ and Jack swore

She couldn’t help it After several tense hours of travel, a sed the corner of her , she’d just never pictured him with one that she could fit into her Kate Spade

Coco dropped whatever dead animal he had found and then proceeded to roll overtop of it

“You’ve got to be kidding lanced up at Donovan, both hands busy with luggage “Can you do so about that?”

“Not uitar case and heading into the house No as shethis easy for hi the next feeeks up here, and he could damn well put up with a bit of attitude

The main roo the lake side, letting in the beauty of the outdoors Sun spilled inside, coloring the dark hardwood, the creaht Luxurious without being pretentious, the house was a testaant, and Donovan had fallen in love with it the first time she’d come up with Jack

With a sigh, she set down her guitar and glanced up

There were several bedrooreat rooh the last time she’d been here with Jack, they’d slept outside in the bunky It had been more private and back then, they were all about privacy Back then, they made love whenever they could

The door sla the small bundle of fur that darted past her and juranite island in the kitchen Waving its tailpractically shook with excitement

“I would have pictured a golden retriever”

Jack walked past her and set down the bags, scowling in the general direction of the dog