"You live here alone?" Zara asked as she stepped through the grand double doors, the warmth of polished wood and the scent of leather filling her senses.
The house, a mix of deep browns and grays, looked elegant, masculine and warm.
Soft lighting highlighted the art on the walls, and a glass-walled sitting area overlooked a perfectly landscaped backyard.
"For now," he said, his voice easy, as if the thought didn't bother him.
Zara swallowed hard, turning her gaze away as she slipped off Kendrick's coat she was wearing and he took it from her.
Of course, he would live alone. He is single.
A deep bark echoed from down the hall, and a large Chow Chow trotted toward them, his eyes sharp but he looked relaxed.
"This is Axel," Kendrick said, rubbing the dog's head. "Don't worry, he's trained."
"I wasn't worried," Zara said, though she stepped just slightly behind him. "Where's—"
Before she could finish, a small blur of fur shot across the floor toward her.
The Stray Puppy.
