She needed to play hardball with C. J., but Scott knew she struggled with that. That was the reason, no doubt, she was in this current mess. C. J. had taken advantage of her and she’d let him. Scott resented C. J. for his spoiled attitude. Maybe with Carly finally taking a stand, C. J. would grow up. He pulled into his garage and went inside. “Hey, Superman.” His basset hound greeted him at the door, nails clacking against the floor, tail furiously whipping the air behind him. He nuzzled into Scott’s leg. Scott bent over and scratched the dog’s back in his favorite spot, which immediately set his paw to thumping rhythmically against the ceramic tile. “How you doing, buddy?” Superman was getting up in age and his sense of smell just wasn’t what it used to be. The fact Scott couldn’t trust his hound with spoiled meat was a shame they had both grown to live with. Who’d ever heard of a basset that couldn’t smell? Still, the old hound dog had a lot of life left in him, so the two of them managed.
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