“Still, she and Larry kept it up—minus poor Curly, whose over-exuberance kept rolling him into mud puddles, various cacti, and the occasional 'doggie surprise.' With Shep perched on her shoulder and Moe slinking along beside, she and Larry walked, rain or shine, every day that passed between the writing of the Bruno-gram and her eighth-month obstetrician appointment. If nothing else, it helped burn off her frustration from that nitwit Griggs' continued refusals to grant her the pet shop loan she... needed. Now, rounding the corner that led to her and Nick's side-by-side houses, Chloe thought of the Bruno letter they'd collaborated on and sighed. She'd never mailed it, of course. There was no one to mail it to. Even if there had been ... well, she wanted Nick and that was all there was to it. No other man would do. She'd tried to give him space, to let him work on the inventions that were so important to him. But no matter what she did, there he was. At her doorstep with four 'extra' cartons of milk that had somehow hopped into his shopping cart when he wasn't looking.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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