On Bloodhounds and Not Falling in LoveChapter 2
They knew Edwards was a 65-year old retired doctor, avid hunter, and reputable dog breeder, in retirement relocated to central Washington from Oklahoma. His wife was on a rare visit out of town for two consecutive nights to visit an old college friend in Seattle. Her absence presented a window of opportunity for Jack to meet Jim in person—and, if all went according to plan, for Jack’s girls to meet Jim’s dogs. Jim swore his bloodhound studs were the horniest dogs in the state—folks with...