When I walked into my house after dropping Shaun back at Beverly’s, the phone was ringing. I raced across the room to answer it, tripping over Missy and stubbing my toe in the process.
“Bloody dog! Hello?”
“Answer your phone!” It was Rob, in his usual charming frame of mind.
“I am answering my phone. Unless I’m speaking to you telepathically?”
“I’ve been ri…