Chapter 8 Mace Carlisle looked around the little alpine cottage in which he’d been living the past two months. His bag, a canvas sports bag he’d bought from a local shop, was bulging with the things he’d purchased during his stay. Maybe he should leave all of it behind so when he returned, his things would be waiting for him. Because, he was going to return. Of that there was no doubt in his mind. And if he was lucky, Julie Wyatt would give him a long-term lease. On the other hand, maybe on his return, he would think about purchasing a house of his own, one that would be close by. Lola was rubbing up against his legs, sensing all was not right. He hated that he was leaving and taking her to another unknown situation, but Julie said that as long as he was in Lola’s life, the dog would adapt to any environment. Julie, in his opinion, was an expert in all things pertaining to dogs. He smiled when he thought about how she’d trained Gracie, who she said was the brains of the outfit, to lock and unlock the doors, to set the alarm, and to always be vigilant.
