Arf! Arf, arf, arf!"

Oh, Jesus, the Antichrist's barking was going to split open his head.

"Quiet, Tank," Grace said. "Toby, baby, grab him and put him in the laundry room, please. Anna, good, you're back. Get a phone in case we need to call nine-one-one."

"Got it," Anna said, sounding so unusually shaken that Josh did open his eyes. Look at that, Antichrist number two was worried about him. Nice change.

Author: Jill Shalvis

Arf! Arf, arf, arf!"<br /><br />Oh, Jesus, the Antichrist's barking was going to split open his head.<br /><br />"Quiet, Tank," Grace said. "Toby, baby, grab him and put him in the laundry room, please. Anna, good, you're back. Get a phone in case we need to call nine-one-one."<br /><br />"Got it," Anna said, sounding so unusually shaken that Josh did open his eyes. Look at that, Antichrist number two was worried about him. Nice change. - Jill Shalvis

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