complete surprise, he backed up to the passenger seat, never taking his eyes off the man. “I’m terribly sorry. He’s my aunt’s dog . . . well, my great-aunt and . . . ,” I babbled, but the man looked from me to the dog and then backed away. Baby watched until the man was out of sight and then released the tension that made the hair on his neck stand up and eased his butt onto the seat. He looked straight ahead as if nothing had happened. “I have no idea what that was about, but you’re going to need to start anger-management classes if you don’t calm down.” Baby licked his lips and drooled on
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