Poppy stubbed her cigarette out on the glass tabletop and returned the butt to her pouch. “They had a thing going. No big deal.” She lay back in her chair. “He and I see other people, Baxter Cruise.”
As if he hadn’t felt the club of her subtext, she rubbed a dirty foot on his knee. Typical of Syd’s choice in women. A real free spirit. He had to find something else to satisfy her tactile sense. “Excuse me.” Baxter went to the back door and called for Trudy. She stretched in-between steps and trotted out to inspect the visitor.
“Hey, a dog.” Poppy’s face lit with a grin. She tousled the canine from head to rump. “You’re such a good doggie.”
Baxter kept his satisfied smile to a minimum.
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