“Goggie!” she exclaimed, holding both hands out urgently to Lad, who’d been dozing by the fire. “By all means,” Michael replied amicably,… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“She swallowed, watching as the servants and Harry and Bert trooped out of the room. Lad, apparently not the brightest dog in… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
“What,” Mick said softly, “is Lad doin’ in me bed?” Hearing his name, Lad opened small, piggish, upside-down eyes, gazing with idiotic… — Elizabeth Hoyt Copy Share Image
