“He got that name because the fool chases anything—rabbits, bears, whatever moves. He doesn’t really know his limits, or how big and strong he is.” “He’s sweet,” Chloe mumbled, giving the dog one last pat before standing up. “I’m sure he’s very smart.” She knew the breed was known for its intelligence. “He is,” Gabe agreed, then added, “When he’s not chasing something that could get him killed.” Chloe laughed, clearly amused by the way Gabe talked about his dog. He acted like Chase was a troublemaker, but she could tell he really cared about him. Gabe motioned for her to follow him, leading her toward the kitchen. “You want some coffee?” he asked, pulling a mug from the cupboard, then pausing. “I’d love some, thanks. I didn’t have time this morning. Zane called, and we talked for so long I missed my chance.” She took a step forward. “I can get it myself.” Gabe shot her a firm look. “You’re a guest. Sit down and relax.” He nodded toward the table. Chloe sat but protested, “I’m
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