Joe looked up from the dog with a questioning glance. “Why what?”
“Why are you doing all of this for me? You hardly know me.” Her voice cracked with emotion.
Joe’s fingers wrapped around the shiny silver tag on the dog’s pink collar. He turned over the tag, ran his thumb over the engraving and showed it to Goldie. “Because something told me this might be exactly what you need right now.”
Bliss.
The dog’s name was Bliss.
Table of Contents
Cup of Joe
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen