She snuggled back under the blanket with me, turned toward me so that she could rest her head on my chest. โI hear your heart,โ she said. โDo you check every once in a while, just to make sure Iโm not undead?
Richelle MeadCan't you . . . I don't know. Find a hobby or something?" "Being charming is my hobby," said Adrian obstinately. "I'm the life of the partyโ even without drinking. I wasn't meant to be alone.
Richelle MeadWhere are the dogs?" I asked. "At training," he said. "I have a friend who's an expert dog trainer, and he's giving them some stealth lessons. He used to work for a local K-9 unit." I didn't think it was in the Chihuahua genetic code to ever be stealthy.
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