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Straightening, Bodie stuck his hands in his jean pockets “Harry’s mine”

As if to second the notion, the dog, Harry, ruffed and took a sitting-but-on-guard post at Bodie’s feet, watching Sarah’s every move as she stepped closer

As she approached, using caution in case the dog decided he didn’t like her getting near, Sarah’s eyes widened “You have a dog?”

“I have a dog You sound as if you thought I’d be ” He reached down to scratch the dog’s head again

The dog watched her with great curiosity, as if trying to decide if she were friend or foe, and waiting for his owner to clue him in

Heat infused her cheeks at her rudeness “Sorry You just didn’t co person”

Harry licked Bodie’s fingers in appreciation of the scratch

“No? What type of person did I coiving the i her

“Surely not as a cat person,” he continued, his lips edging upward ever so slightly

“No,” she assured, thinking for a second Bodie was going to smile

Hoping he was going to smile

Coe Smile for me

Which made no sense

It did not matter to her whether he smiled or not He was here for a job Not a friendship

Then again, didn’t she pride herself on being friendly to everyone? If Bodie was going to work at Hamilton House, of course she’d want to be friends