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knees. Walker lowered
his head and whined softly. He inched toward her until she buried her hands in
the soft fur at his neck. Walker rewarded her with a lick on her cheek.
    Dax smiled. “He likes you. He’s usually
stingy with his kisses.”
    “He’s so beautiful.” Walker tilted his head
back when Kelcey scratched beneath his chin. “How old is he?”
    “Four years. I got him when he was about
two months old. There was a lot of frustration when he went through the chewing
stage, but we made it past that. He’s been a great dog. No one comes in the
house if Walker doesn’t want them to.”
    Kelcey continued to scratch Walker’s chin
and ear. She glanced up at Dax. He ran his hand down Walker’s back, over and
over, but his gaze focused on her.
    “This is unusual, Kelcey. Walker doesn’t
normally take to a person this quickly. He was around Emma three or four times
before he’d let her touch him.”
    “Does he like her now?”
    “Yeah. But I think part of that is because
she sneaks pieces of prime rib to him.”
    Kelcey laughed. It felt good to be here
with Dax, which surprised her. She normally avoided being alone with a man.
Having the huge dog between them gave her a sense of security, as if nothing
bad could happen to her as long as she had Walker close.
    “Well, fella,” Dax said, ruffling the top
of Walker’s head, “shall we get out of here and let the lady get some sleep?”
    The dog answered with a soft “Woof.”
    Dax offered his hand to help her stand. Once
on her feet, she bent over to give Walker one last scratch behind his ears. “It
was nice to meet you, Walker.” Straightening again, she looked at Dax. “Good
night.”
    He winked. “Good night.”
    Dax headed for the door. Instead of
following his master, Walker moved closer to Kelcey until he leaned against her
leg. Dax stopped in the doorway and glanced over his shoulder at the dog.
    “Walker. C’mon.”
    Walker whined and rubbed his head against
Kelcey’s leg. Confusion passed over Dax’s face. “He’s never done that. It’s
like he’s protecting you.” Dax patted his thigh. “Walker. Let’s go, fella.”
    The dog whined again and looked up at
Kelcey. She smiled and scratched behind his ear. “You want to stay with me?”
    He answered her question with a loud
“Woof!”
    “He sleeps at the foot of my bed,” Dax
said. “He’ll want to sleep on yours too.”
    “That’s okay. I don’t mind.”
    Walker ran over to the bed and jumped up on
the foot. He turned in a circle, then lay on his stomach with his head between
his paws. He looked back and forth between Kelcey and Dax, as if making sure
they wouldn’t change their mind.
    “That is the weirdest thing he’s ever done.
You really made an impression on him.” Dax playfully scowled at his dog.
“Traitor.”
    Walker responded to Dax by blowing out a
breath through his nose and closing his eyes.
    Dax shook his head while Kelcey laughed.
“If he bothers you, tell him to leave.”
    “He won’t bother me.”
    “Okay. Guess I’ll see you in the morning.”
    Dax looked at her another moment, then
backed out of the room, closing the door behind him.
    Kelcey slipped into her jersey pajamas.
After touching the light switch to turn off the lamps on either side of the
bed, she slid between the crisp cotton sheets. Walker moved enough to rest his
head on her feet. The weight comforted her. With a sigh of contentment, she
closed her eyes.

Chapter Three
     
    “Damn, she’s a pretty little thing.”
    “We shouldn’t be in here, Kirt.”
    “Who’s gonna know? I won’t tell anyone
and neither will you.”
    The male voices seeped into Kelcey’s
consciousness. She frowned. She didn’t want to wake up. She was dreaming of the
new dollhouse her mom had promised to buy her for her birthday tomorrow. It
would be even bigger and better than the one she had now, the biggest and
bestest one ever made.
    “You wanna do this as much as I do,
Frank. Admit it.”
    “It isn’t