No sooner had she let go of Cade than she dropped to her knees and let Suzie-Q swarm her. “Watch it or she’ll lick you half to death,” Tuck warned. “She wouldn’t. Not a pretty girl like this.” Megan cradled the dog’s head and shook her gently. “When did you get a dog?” “She’s—” Cade stopped before Tuck knew he would have finished that with “not mine.” He cleared his throat. “A few months ago.” “She sort of found us,” Tuck said to cover their bases. Cade took a step back and frowned at their surroundings, which, to be frank, Tuck hadn’t bothered with. “Should she stay outside?” Tuck bristled. No way was anyone putting his girl out into the cold. Or the heat. “It’s an old, old house,” Cade said quietly. “She’s too young to know better than to jump and scratch.” Megan scoffed at him, and Hannah rolled her eyes indulgently. “Try and separate those two. I can already tell it’s mission impossible. We’ll shut the doors to the front of the house, and she’ll be fine.”
