Knowing that Carruthers would deal with it, she closed her eyes and let the gentle warmth caress her skin. Its touch reminded her of the way Bill had kissed her, held her hand, and run his tongue over her palm.No. That wasn’t right. He hadn’t done that. At least not yet. She opened her eyes and glanced downwards. Brutus’ melting eyes gazed at her along with the brighter ones of Ponzi. Brutus’ tongue lolled out of his mouth and another drip of saliva fell onto her hand again. “Bleugh! Brutus!” Really she would be glad when the walking mat was returned to his rightful owner. Victoria tried to get up, but Brutus laid his head on her lap and leaned. “Brutus, get off,” she tried again, but the dog had once again developed a mind of his own. “Brutus, I need to see who is in the hallway.”Brutus blinked lazily at her and, whilst still leaning, bared his teeth. A very low rumble sounded in his throat. Was he growling? It was the first time Victoria had heard him do so. She drew her chin back into her neck.
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