Credo's Fire by Alison Naomi Holt

Author:Alison Naomi Holt
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781508838302
Publisher: Denabi Publishing

Chapter 11

My two dogs joyously met me at my front door with slobber from Tessa and straight up jumps in the air from Jynx. I quickly found Tessa’s Kong, hurried into the kitchen and pulled out my family sized jar of peanut butter. I grabbed a knife and pulled out a huge gob of the sticky stuff, which I unceremoniously stuffed into the hard rubber opening. Unfortunately, the routine caused Tessa’s incessant licking to become ten times more disgusting as her salivary glands kicked into overtime. I tossed the Kong into the corner where she happily retrieved it and holed up in the corner of my living room where I’d placed a bunch of old, worn out towels for her to lie on.

With that nightly task complete, I picked up Jynx, my Papillion Chihuahua mix and carried him with me into the bedroom where I knew he hid his favorite squeaky toy from Tessa who had the annoying habit of tearing the squeaker out of every one of Jynx’s stuffed animals. I got down on my hands and knees and retrieved his blue bunny, squeezing it a few times to make sure its squeaker was still intact. Jynx grabbed the bunny out of my hand and leapt from my arms onto my bed where he happily began chomping down on bunny’s tummy to listen to his most favorite sound in the whole wide world.

With those two chores done I was finally able to strip my holster and badge off my belt and pull my TPD polo shirt over my head. I stepped out of my Dockers, gathered up the rest of my clothes littering the floor and headed for the washing machine in nothing but my bra and panties. I shoved the clothes in, slammed the door, added detergent and just as I pushed the start button the doorbell rang. Megan was supposed to stop by for dinner, so I walked into the living room and called out, “Come on in, the door’s not locked.”

When the door swung open, I’m sure the shocked look on Gia’s face mirrored my own. Gabe, who was standing behind Gia looking over her shoulder, smiled appreciatively, the dimple he kept reserved for special occasions appearing impishly as he slowly turned and headed back down the walkway to go sit in the Jag. Gia turned and watched him go and I took the opportunity to run into my bedroom and grab a pair of sweat pants and an old green pullover sweater I keep stashed under my pillow in case I get cold in the middle of the night.

Returning to the living room I glanced around expecting to find Gia waiting for me on the sofa. What I didn’t expect was to see her running her perfectly manicured finger over the bottles of alcohol I had stashed in a baker’s table my mom had given me several Christmases ago. My mother may drive me crazy a lot of the time, but one attribute I love

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