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It was eleven on SaturdayHad Bobbi come back for seconds?

Shane raked his hands through his hair, and then shoved them into the pockets of his jeans Suddenly nervous, he turned, though the slight smile on his face soon faded and the blank mask he’d cultivated for years easily slipped back into place

His father, Jaher stood ne

ar the door, staring down at the circling Pia, obviously annoyed Shane could let the little thing go crazy, and lord knows she could run in circles and bark until the cows caet this over with

“Pia, enough,” he said clearly, pointing up to the loft The little dog stopped barking and ran over to him for a quick rub behind the ears, and then she turned, scooted past his father and disappeared upstairs

For several moments the two men studied each other in silence—James dressed to the nines in an expensive suit while Shane stood before hi else He rolled his shoulders, watched his father eyes narrows as he took in the tat’s that adorned his pectoral, bicep and shoulder

His old e, but his health certainly had Shane are that his father had been sick several months earlier, but he was surprised at the ht loss

He looked so randfather that Shane had to look away, because as her, it was in the physical eleh and Shane often wondered how in the hell his grandfather and the sweet gentle worandant, cold son of a bitch

“That your dog?” His father asked

Shane took a moment

He hadn’t seen his father in years Hell, not since his sentencing Their relationship had always been strained, and after the things Shane had learned the day before at his grandfather’s solicitor’s office, he was more than a little surprised that his father wanted to discuss his dog

But hey, he could play whatever game this was In fact, it was a welcome distraction

Shane nodded “Yeah, she sort of came with the place”

Jaher took a fewwet snow across the wooden floorboards as he motioned toward the table Shane had just finished

“I see you’ve learned a trade”