Thorns of the Past by Gun Brooke

Author:Gun Brooke [Brooke, Gun]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781626398580
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2017-05-31T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twelve

Darcy’s house was located at a cul-de-sac on a quiet street, where the houses seemed to stem from the colonial days. Painted white, light-blue, or gray, they sat beneath huge maples, oaks, and hickories. As Darcy pulled up the concrete driveway of the white house, Sabrina cautiously eyed the large German shepherd that sat at Darcy’s maroon front door, gazing at them serenely. He was a handsome dog with black-and-tan fur. His ears showed they had his full attention, but his body language also displayed that he was quite relaxed and welcoming.

“Khan! You came on your own, huh? You’re such a clever dog!” Darcy laughed as the dog trotted over to her and threw himself on his back on the driveway. “Oh, and you’re nothing but a big oaf, aren’t you? And such a lovebug.” She rose and made a hand gesture, palm up. Khan sat up smartly, all attention now. “Come here,” she said to Sabrina and waved her over. “Stand next to me. No, like this.” She held Sabrina by the waist and tugged her close. “Khan. This is Sabrina. She is our friend. Okay? Sabrina is a friend.” After emphasizing the word a few more times, she patted Khan’s head. “Now let him sniff your hand. That should do it.”

“He knows the word friend? Seriously?” Sabrina held out her hand, carefully, and Khan sniffed it dutifully. He gave her fingertips a quick lick, which she surmised was his stamp of approval. Once the big dog lost interest in her, Sabrina became all too aware of Darcy’s steady grip of her midsection and how closely they really stood together.

Darcy seemed to come to the same realization because she let go of her as if she’d burned her hand and walked along the garden path to unlock the front door. Sabrina looked at the state-of-the-art alarm system console just inside the door and realized Darcy’s house was something of a fortress too. Curious, and, she admitted, concerned, she stepped inside and took off her coat.

“I’ll get our bags. Hang tight.” Darcy quickly went back to fetch the luggage and returned with it, letting go of her own inside the door. “Let me show you to the guest room.” She moved toward the stairs and led the way to a small but cozy room just to the left.

“Thank you. It’s very nice.” Sabrina meant it. Yes, she was used to her spacious rooms at the condo, but this was more like her beach house, and she did like the color scheme of the room—typical New England—with its ocean-blue, sand-colored bedding, and dark hardwood floor. Sabrina had decorated her beach house the same way, and the fact that they shared interior-design tastes was, if not remarkable as they both were New England women, still a bit special.

“It doesn’t have an en suite bathroom, unfortunately, but it’s just outside the door between your room and mine.” Darcy opened the door and showed an impressive bathroom that boasted a shower stall as well as a large clawfoot tub.

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