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Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Books by Claire Cook
  3. Praise for Must Love Dogs
  4. Chapter One
  5. Chapter Two
  6. Chapter Three
  7. Chapter Four
  8. Chapter Five
  9. Chapter Six
  10. Chapter Seven
  11. Chapter Eight
  12. Chapter Nine
  13. Chapter Ten
  14. Chapter Eleven
  15. Chapter Twelve
  16. Chapter Thirteen
  17. Chapter Fourteen
  18. Chapter Fifteen
  19. Chapter Sixteen
  20. Chapter Seventeen
  21. Chapter Eighteen
  22. Chapter Nineteen
  23. Chapter Twenty
  24. Chapter Twenty-One
  25. Chapter Twenty-Two
  26. Chapter Twenty-Three
  27. Chapter Twenty-Four
  28. Chapter Twenty-Five
  29. Chapter Twenty-Six
  30. Chapter Twenty-Seven
  31. Chapter Twenty-Eight
  32. Chapter Twenty-Nine
  33. Chapter Thirty
  34. Chapter Thirty-One
  35. Chapter Thirty-Two
  36. Chapter Thirty-Three
  37. Excerpt MLD: Hearts & Barks
  38. Have You Read?
  39. Sarah’s Warm Winter Non-Casserole Howliday Salad
  40. Books by Claire Cook
  41. About Claire

I took a small bite. I’d never admit it to Carol, but she was right. This pie was so not worth the carbs. I grabbed John and me each a whoopie pie instead. I liked a good whoopie pie as much as the next person, but once again, it wasn’t really a pie. It was more of a small cake or a cookie or even a big fat soft Oreo. For the life of me I couldn’t understand why people had to make the world so unnecessarily complicated.

I loaded up my share of the cat dishes. We paraded our way to the cat room. John and I fed Pebbles and the kittens. John gave Horatio his treat. I handed John his whoopie pie.

“So,” I said. “You’re looking at our new love shack beginning Sunday night.”

“Seriously?” John said. We assessed the room. Five cats, one dog, food dishes, litterboxes, toys, a plaid sofa, an old TV. Knotty pine walls and built-in shelving. Somebody must have moved my father’s ancient cracked recliner up to his man cave, because there was a gaping hole where it used to be.

“Okay, so it’s a bit cozy.” I shrugged. “But it’ll just be for a little while.”

Chapter Ten

John and I made love as soon as we woke up. Trying not to wake Horatio, who was snoring away in his bed on the floor. Trying not to wake Polly, who was asleep in Carol’s old room. Trying not to wake Johnny, who was asleep in my parents’ old room.

All things considered, it went pretty well.

We pulled up the covers, wiggled our way into cuddle position.

John kissed me on the shoulder. “I think I’ll ask Joe about adding some insulation to the walls of our new bedroom suite.”

“As much as he can fit,” I said. “Maybe he can squish some under the floorboards, too. And don’t forget the ceiling—you never know who might be lurking around up in the attic.”

“Good point. What I’d like to create is a soundproof, cocoon-like sanctuary, so quiet that when we’re in there it feels like we’re the only ones in the house.”

I sighed. “I can’t believe we only have two more nights in this bedroom before it’s going to disappear and become a completely new room. Two more sleeps, as my sisters and brothers and I used to say when we were counting down to something.”