I glanced down to find Kona standing there, looking at me expectantly. “You don’t think you’re staying in here, do you?” She smiled a doggy smile. Apparently, she did. “Fine,” I huffed, as if I had a choice. “I guess I could use the company.” I had no delusions that she planned to sleep on the floor. Cameron treated animals like people. I wouldn’t be surprised to see her on the couch with a beer and the remote control.
