Chapter 3

Eric’s skin was a healthy outdoor shade, just beginning to show a trace of weathering. A pair of sky-blue eyes, steady and sure, gazed up at him. The face overall was square but well-balanced. He had sandy eyebrows and a little crook in an otherwise straight but strong nose, as if it might once have been broken.

He wasn’t particularly handsome, Damon decided, but pleasant looking. Probably the kind of guy you’d like to have for a friend. There was strength and calm assurance in his stance, as well as his approach to handling the dog. Damon felt a twinge of shame over his first impression—sometimes he was a mite toohasty in his judgments.

Dixie’s in good hands after all. Thank the Powers that Be for that. “Like I said, whatever she needs, let’s do it. Somehow I’ll cover the bill. Right now this dog is the most important thing…making her well and sound again.”