You want the apple? Her head began to follow the movement of the apple. You want it, girl? I asked with as much excitement I could muster. I tossed it in the air playfully and her hold on my shoe loosened. Ever so carefully, I stretched out and grasped it, bringing it to her attention. I crept closer, ready to leap if she made a break for the hall when I caught sight of a lone apple on the kitchen counter. It was playtime, and she wasn’t about to give up her hard-won trophy. I’d finally cornered in her in the kitchen, and her caramel eyes told me everything as she stared me down. Her tail wagged, the thump, thump, thump of it beating out a rhythm as it landed against the cabinet. I’d had it under lock and key, or so I thought, until she followed me into the closet and stole it right out from under my nose. She had a shoe in her mouth, and not just any shoe, but one of my favorite flats that I’d had to order online, wait six months for, and then finally received only two weeks ago. Colt had been outside with the horses while I’d been inside chasing our yellow lab, Ember, around the house.Įmber! Stop! I cried for the billionth time. We’d made Helena, Montana, our home since the war ended. He was searching the Selavon house for me.
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