Possession {Book one in the Possession Series}

12

Jack moved to stand up from the table, but couldn't. He looked under the table. Chica lay snoring on his feet.

"Mark, call your dog. She's laying on my feet and won't let me stand up," Jack said, half standing, half sitting.

"C'mere, puppo," Mark called, using one of his nicknames for dogs. Her head immediately went up, and she slid out from under the table and ran towards Mark, tongue hanging out of her mouth. Amy leaned down and rubbed her hand over the dog's head before standing back up and setting her dish in the sink to rinse it off.

"Thanks," Jack said, pushing his chair out from behind him and walking his glass and plate over to the sink as well. Chica flopped onto her back, begging for belly rubs. Right on Jack's feet. "Really, Chica?" Mark and Amy began to laugh, and soon Jack couldn't help but join them. He leaned forward to set his dishes in the sink and then crouched down to give her some belly rubs. Mark washed  off the remaining glasses and plates in the sink before opening the dishwasher and setting them in there. Amy tossed Jack a squeaky rubber bone. He tossed the bone into the nearest room and watched as Chica galloped off towards it.

"I'm gonna go finish up a thumbnail or two," Mark said, closing the dishwasher.

"I think I'm gonna actually go to sleep," Jack said, stretching and yawning.

"Already?" Mark asked, looking at the clock. "It's only seven."

"Jet lag, you know," Jack replied, tossing the bone again for Chica and following her as she dashed into the living room.

"Alright, buddy. I'll see you in the morning then. You too, Amy." Mark leaned over and gave her a kiss before heading off to his work.