![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() At her action Joe sprang up and moved to stand in front of them, his ears going back again. “Just like the dog?” she quipped, sinking gratefully onto the step beside him. Sabin slanted her a quick glance from his midnight eyes. Rachel slowly released her pent-up breath, relief making her legs wobble. For a moment Joe’s ears went back and he snarled softly, but he made no move to bite. “Good boy, good boy.” Stiffly he moved his left arm to pat the dog’s head. For a moment the dog quivered on the verge of attack, then, abruptly, he went to Sabin’s side and took up the heeling position. ![]() She could see Joe shake, and his ears went back. Rachel held her breath, waiting for another violent reaction. Slowly she released the dog and stepped back. Already Sabin was planning to leave, but, then, she had known how it would be. Rachel crouched by Joe, her fingers buried in his fur and gently rubbing. I may need to leave in a hurry, and I don’t want to have to worry about the dog.” “Because I’m a prisoner as long as he doesn’t accept me. “Why don’t you just go back in the house while I hold him?” “Turn him loose and back away,” Sabin instructed. ![]()
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