Italian Stallions
“Theresa could hear the clang of silverware in the background as Gia spoke. “Good,” Theresa grunted as she hefted another box of books and moved it over by the bookshelves. It was Saturday, and she was doing her best to get settled into the guest cottage before she had to go to work. “Thanks again for letting me borrow your car.” Theresa hadn’t had much stuff in storage, but she’d still managed to pack Gia’s car to capacity.
“No problem. How’s the dog? Is he giving you any trouble?”
Theresa checked out the blond, drooling lump in the corner. As though sensing her stare, Chester raised his head and gave his tail a thump. “I don’t know what the big deal is. He seems like a good dog. Well, except for the humping thing, of course.” When she’d first come to look at the place and meet Chester, the dog had responded to her scratch on the ears by immediately jumping up and going at her leg. Vince scrambled to yank the dog off, relieved that Theresa thought it was more funny than anything.
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