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“Tell her things are under control.”
He stared at her a second or two, concentrating, this time the look more concerned than provocative. “Any fear cropping up?”
The fact he asked the question honestly, no trace of submerged amusement that she could be deathly afraid of a Chihuahua, thawed the cold, hard walnut lodged in her stomach, one she didn’t even know she carried. “Wolfgang and I are having a great time.”
“Yeah?” He glanced around, his brow drawing in. “Where is he?”
“Oh, right over there…” Her pointer finger wilted. “Or at least he was.”
“Near Dude?” Concern threaded his voice. The razorback snuffled amid tree roots.
“Oh my God.” Pepper pressed her fingers to her mouth. “That boar moves fast.”
