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smaller bedrooms and a bath on the opposite side.
Downstairs he had an office to the side of the living room and a smaller guest bedroom. All in all, the place suited him.
Handing Robert a beer, he leaned back on the marble counter and took a sip of his own. He thought he knew why Robert was here. He watched him and waited.
Robert took a sip and sighed, then looked out the window. “Rumor is it that you've been seeing Sara.”
Allen chuckled. “Yeah, I thought it wouldn't take long to get around.”
“Well,” Robert turned back to him with a concerned look on his face. “Got any clue who'd like to throw a chunk of cement through her window?”
“I was wondering the same thing. That same chunk has been sitting in the parking lot ever since I arrived in Pride. I know Patty knows it's been there, I just can't figure out why she didn't want Sara to know it.”
“Yeah, she knows it. The piece fell of the back of the building four years ago. Patty had the inspector out then. When we went inside, Patty told me she didn't want to worry Sara and that her insurance would pay for it, seeing as Sara is sinking everything she has into the bakery.” Robert shook his head and took another sip of his beer. “Damned if that woman doesn't beat all.” He smiled. “Something my grandpa used to say.”
Allen laughed. “It could have been some kids.”
Robert shook his head. “I've checked with the usual culprits. Joe and Dwayne were in Edgeview all day with their mother. Since you're seeing her, I thought maybe you'd heard more about the whole deal in Seattle. I've called the detective that's handling her case there, but just got his answering machine.”
Allen stood up and set his beer down. “Her case in Seattle?”
Robert looked at him. “Oh, damn. I'm sorry. I thought for sure she would have told you.” He shook his head and set his beer down. “Before you ask, it's not my place to tell you. I assumed you knew. I better get back to the house. Thanks for the beer.” Robert started to walk toward the back door. “Oh, Allen, your new dog left you a little something back here. I guess you can call it a housewarming present.” Robert chuckled as he walked out.
After cleaning up Beast's mess, Allen finished setting up the dog bed and toys he'd purchased in the mudroom. The puppy spent the next few hours sniffing around the house, trying to mark anything he could. Allen knew all too well how to train a dog and right before bedtime he placed Beast back in the laundry room and shut the door. Immediately the whining started, and half an hour later, he progressed to howling. By the time Allen was showered and sitting down to watch the evening news, the dog had fallen quiet. But when the TV turned on, the barking started again.
Allen walked over to the door and opened it. Beast sat on his bottom looking up at him with his tongue rolling out his mouth. There was a huge smile on the puppy’s face, if Allen had ever seen one.
“Fine, you can come out and watch the news with me. But no more messes on my floor. And you go right back in when I go upstairs to bed. Is that understood?” The puppy looked at him and then walked between his legs and into the living room.
An hour later, after cleaning up two more accidents, Allen headed upstairs and lay in bed listening to the puppy bark. He tossed and turned for the first half hour, then finally got up and brought Beast in bed with him. The small dog turned three circles then lay next to him on his giant bed and closed his eyes.
“Just this once, buddy. We are not going to make a habit out of this. I've got an early morning and you'll just have to get used to your new room.” The dog looked up at him for a second, then went back to sleep.
Allen tried to roll over, but the eight-pound puppy was lying on his legs and felt like a ton of bricks. How is it he had the largest bed known to man, yet one small dog
Downstairs he had an office to the side of the living room and a smaller guest bedroom. All in all, the place suited him.
Handing Robert a beer, he leaned back on the marble counter and took a sip of his own. He thought he knew why Robert was here. He watched him and waited.
Robert took a sip and sighed, then looked out the window. “Rumor is it that you've been seeing Sara.”
Allen chuckled. “Yeah, I thought it wouldn't take long to get around.”
“Well,” Robert turned back to him with a concerned look on his face. “Got any clue who'd like to throw a chunk of cement through her window?”
“I was wondering the same thing. That same chunk has been sitting in the parking lot ever since I arrived in Pride. I know Patty knows it's been there, I just can't figure out why she didn't want Sara to know it.”
“Yeah, she knows it. The piece fell of the back of the building four years ago. Patty had the inspector out then. When we went inside, Patty told me she didn't want to worry Sara and that her insurance would pay for it, seeing as Sara is sinking everything she has into the bakery.” Robert shook his head and took another sip of his beer. “Damned if that woman doesn't beat all.” He smiled. “Something my grandpa used to say.”
Allen laughed. “It could have been some kids.”
Robert shook his head. “I've checked with the usual culprits. Joe and Dwayne were in Edgeview all day with their mother. Since you're seeing her, I thought maybe you'd heard more about the whole deal in Seattle. I've called the detective that's handling her case there, but just got his answering machine.”
Allen stood up and set his beer down. “Her case in Seattle?”
Robert looked at him. “Oh, damn. I'm sorry. I thought for sure she would have told you.” He shook his head and set his beer down. “Before you ask, it's not my place to tell you. I assumed you knew. I better get back to the house. Thanks for the beer.” Robert started to walk toward the back door. “Oh, Allen, your new dog left you a little something back here. I guess you can call it a housewarming present.” Robert chuckled as he walked out.
After cleaning up Beast's mess, Allen finished setting up the dog bed and toys he'd purchased in the mudroom. The puppy spent the next few hours sniffing around the house, trying to mark anything he could. Allen knew all too well how to train a dog and right before bedtime he placed Beast back in the laundry room and shut the door. Immediately the whining started, and half an hour later, he progressed to howling. By the time Allen was showered and sitting down to watch the evening news, the dog had fallen quiet. But when the TV turned on, the barking started again.
Allen walked over to the door and opened it. Beast sat on his bottom looking up at him with his tongue rolling out his mouth. There was a huge smile on the puppy’s face, if Allen had ever seen one.
“Fine, you can come out and watch the news with me. But no more messes on my floor. And you go right back in when I go upstairs to bed. Is that understood?” The puppy looked at him and then walked between his legs and into the living room.
An hour later, after cleaning up two more accidents, Allen headed upstairs and lay in bed listening to the puppy bark. He tossed and turned for the first half hour, then finally got up and brought Beast in bed with him. The small dog turned three circles then lay next to him on his giant bed and closed his eyes.
“Just this once, buddy. We are not going to make a habit out of this. I've got an early morning and you'll just have to get used to your new room.” The dog looked up at him for a second, then went back to sleep.
Allen tried to roll over, but the eight-pound puppy was lying on his legs and felt like a ton of bricks. How is it he had the largest bed known to man, yet one small dog
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