Closed for Business

SLOANE

“THANK YOU, Mr. Hobbs. I’ll see you and Barnaby next week.” I waved the older gentleman off, his twelve-year-old beagle hustling beside him. I turned about to go back into the shop when I noticed the town car parked at the curb out in front of my shop. Adrenaline coursed through my veins.

I shouldn’t be excited about seeing Rocco again. I’d planned on turning his offer down, even though Sat