Jeffrey dropped Harper off at her brother’s loft and waited outside while she talked to Aiden. Her brother was there, which, as far as Harper was concerned, was at least something. When she entered, sliding the big metal door open and closed behind her, he was sitting at a long table, dressed in a white tank top and a pair of old, beat-up jeans. He looked up and smiled. He was unshaven, but the blonde stubble only really showed when it caught the sun and all the highlights of red and gold flashed. And his hair was getting so long he wore it in a short ponytail at the back of his neck. She was well aware how handsome he was. But to her he was simply her baby brother. Cleatis, Aiden’s Doberman jumped up from the floor and trotted over to her. He’d deliberately picked the dog out to offset her prissy poodle. Blue might be prissy, but she had class. “Hi there, pretty boy. Aren’t you handsome today?” She petted the Doberman’s sleek head and he pushed his nose into her hand and licked her.
What do You think about Collared (Going To The Dogs)?
