‘Oops! Come on, Porgy! Let’s go and meet Amy.’ She waited for the old dog to haul himself to his feet and lumber off towards the car. As she matched her steps to his, she bent to pat his head. ‘I think I’d better cut down your food, old fellow. Yes, I know you enjoy my cooking, but I also know for a fact that you haven’t been chasing your quota of rabbits lately.’ It had been a while since he’d actually caught anything, poor love. And he probably never would again. She looked up to see Cameron standing by his car, watching her and grinning. She could feel herself blushing at being caught talking to Porgy like that. Cameron nodded towards the dog. ‘Was he a good rabbiter once?’ ‘The best. The very best.’ Her voice came out choked, as she remembered Porgy the puppy, the young dog, the protector. He’d once ripped the leg of Brett Harding’s trousers when Brett tried to force a kiss on her. She’d given the dog a juicy bone as a reward afterwards. She should definitely have paid more attention to Porgy when choosing a husband.
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