Claire absorbed the weight of his words. Torn into the throat of intruders, did he mean verbally, or did he mean literally? She drew her eyebrows together, sniffing the air. "I meant to ask. Do you own a dog? It's been a long time since I've seen one. I noticed paw prints outside, and I keep smelling wet dog."
The corners of his mouth lifted---a faint smile appeared, mixed with a hint of laughter. "Wet dog, huh? Yeah, you could say I own a dog." He licked his lips slightly as he looked downward, shaking his head. "All my friends own a dog." He glanced up, his eyes beaming with pride. "I like dogs, don't you?"
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