“It’s an unfortunate situation. Brooks is very concerned.”
“We all are. Here’s Abigail,” Sunny announced, when they joined the group.
“About time.” The younger woman had smooth olive skin that set off the bright green eyes she used to assess Abigail. “I was beginning to think Brooks made you up.”
“No. He didn’t.” I did, Abigail thought.
“This is Seline, and her CeeCee, and our Russ. Russ’s parents, our friends Mick and Hilly.”
“I’ve seen you around town a time or two,” Hilly said. “It’s nice to meet you finally.”
“Thank you. I’m very sorry about your hotel. It’s a beautiful building.”
“It’s good of you to say.” Hilly tipped her head to her husband’s arm, as if seeking comfort. “We’ll have it all back and better than ever. Right, Mick?”
“Count on it. I heard the Blake boy gave you some trouble, too.”
“He wanted to give Brooks trouble, but he didn’t succeed. He appears to be a very angry, very stupid person with violent tendencies. He should pay the consequences.”
“We can all drink to that,” Mya said, as she strode over with a margarita in each hand. “Daddy snagged Brooks a minute, so I’m delivering your drink.”
“Oh, thank you. It looks…frothy.” She tried a sip, discovered the tequila ran strong and smooth through the froth. “It’s very good.”
“Packs a nice kick, doesn’t it?” As she spoke, Sunny put an arm around Abigail’s shoulders. “You were right about Bert.”
Following the direction, Abigail looked to see Bert sitting cooperatively while the puppy danced around him, a long-legged girl hugged his neck and a towheaded boy stroked his back.
“He’s very well behaved,” Abigail assured her. “And I think he’s enjoying the attention.”
“He’s big as a horse,” Seline commented.
Abigail started to disagree. After all, the average horse would be considerably bigger. Then had to remind herself not to be so literal.
“His size should intimidate intruders.”
“Scare the crap out of them,” Russ commented. “Now that we’ve got a second coming along, I’m talking Seline into a Lab.”
“Poodle.”
“Girlie dog.”
“We’re girls.” She gave her daughter a kiss on the cheek. “You’re outnumbered.”
“This one might even things up.” He tapped her belly with his finger. “A guy needs adog,not a little French toy.”
“Poodles are smart.”
“They are a highly intelligent breed,” Abigail agreed. “Only the border collie is thought to be more intelligent. They’re agile and, if properly trained, very skilled and obedient.”
“See?”
“A Lab’s adog.They’re smart,” Russ added, appealing to Abigail.
“Yes, of course. They’re the most popular breed in this country, and in Great Britain. They make excellent assistance dogs. They’re loyal, and most have a well-developed play drive. They’re excellent with young children.”
“Young children.” He snagged CeeCee, made the girl laugh as he tossed her in the air. “We’ve got one of those, getting another.”
“Poodles are good with kids.”
