Chapter 11

“How did you know I slept with him?” I asked.

“I can still smell him in your bedroom. What was it, maybe two weeks ago?”

“Two and a half. It was just after I got laid off and I tied one on, and he got lucky.”

Conor laughed. “If I ply you with alcohol, can I get lucky?”

“I’m determined not to drink like that again, for that very reason. I don’t want anyone getting lucky.”

Conor smirked. “I’ll keep watch down here while you two shower and dress.”

We went up to my bathroom, but Brigitte didn’t want me to wash her back. I have to admit, I was willing to. She watched while I showered, then she had me stand there while she showered. I put on jeans and a tee with some sneakers. She wore a skirt, flip-flops and tee. She grabbed sunglasses and a dog harness.

“Why are you bringing that harness?”

“Conor is going as a wolf. The only way we’re getting him into Costco is as a seeing eye dog. They can’t refuse a seeing eye dog.”

“Is that necess