Page 70 of Christmas at the Castle
“How’s it going?” she asked.
Jamie looked over but didn’t move. She had a feeling he didn’t want to disturb Maximillian. That was sweet of him.
“He’s resting.” Jamie kept a hand on Max. “He doesn’t like wearing the cone of shame. I wouldn’t want to wear, that, either.”
“His paw will heal faster without him licking it.”
“That’s what Gill said, but Max doesn’t understand.” Jamie rubbed the dog. “But you’ll be better soon.”
So cute.
Max’s injury seemed to have had brought Jamie and Gill closer. Last night, when Jamie had arrived back at the castle, he’d brought enough treats and bones to feed a dozen dogs. And when she checked on Max before going to bed, Jamie and Gill were in here sitting with the dog and discussing the changes in the European Union.
“Thanks for watching Max,” she said.
“Least I can do. He’ll be family soon.” Jamie blew her a kiss. “Have fun with Gill and be good.”
He was such a flirt.
She had to laugh. “Always.”
But a part of her was wondering what might happen if she wasn’t as good as she usually was.
