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Eleanor thought that it might be the perfect nickname for Logan.
“But you didn’t come here to talk to me about politics, did you? You said you needed my help.”
There was no good way to explain her idea, what she hoped he would agree to do. All she could do was tell the truth. If that didn’t work she would resort to begging.
Anything to save Bruce.
Chapter Twenty-Five
“I need to find a home for Bruce.” Eleanor willed her voice not to quaver. “A good home with someone who will love him.”
Logan didn’t say anything for a long moment.
“It’s become impossible for me to keep him,” she continued. “I need you to take him. Please.”
She hadn’t meant to be emotional, but she didn’t want to lose Bruce. What she was doing was for his safety.
The puppy came and sat on her feet, looking up and tilting his head slightly, almost as if he were trying to understand. She bent and scratched that area he liked so much just in front of his ears.
“What’s wrong, Eleanor?”
He really shouldn’t sound so sympathetic. Or so kind. She really would start to cry.
“I think he’s in danger,” she said.
The words were probably disloyal but they were the truth. Was she supposed to lie about Michael?
“Tell me.”
She took a deep breath, repeating what Michael had said. Even as she repeated the words she heard how ugly they sounded. What kind of man threatens a puppy?
She wasn’t all that surprised when Logan said the same thing.
“The man is an ass,” he added.
“I’m sure he didn’t mean it,” she said. Her tone lacked conviction. “He just doesn’t like dogs.”
Logan sent her a quick glance. She could read its meaning well enough. His opinion of Michael had dropped even further.
“I need to protect Bruce,” she said. “That’s the most important thing.”
“I’ll take him,” he said.
Three words, but they summoned her tears.
“Now what have you done, Logan McKnight? Made the poor thing cry?”
Bruce chose that moment to bark, a sound of pure puppy happiness because of the smell coming from the tray one of the maids was carrying.
“Now don’t you start, wee one. If you behave yourself, I’ll give you the bone I fetched you from the kitchen. Not another sound out of you, though.”
Mrs. Campbell directed the maid to put the tray down on the table between them, then waited until the girl was gone before putting her hands on her hips and glaring at Logan.
“He’s been very kind,” Eleanor said, pulling out a handkerchief from her reticule and blotting at her eyes. “Truly, Mrs. Campbell. If anything, I was weeping at his kindness.”
“Then it’s sorry I am for my words,” Mrs. Campbell said, nodding at Logan.
He smiled back at her. “If you brought me shortbread we’ll call it even.”
