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you may provoke him and there’s no telling what he’ll do. Did you know he killed a man? And right in front of George’s poor daughter. Poor George, having such a brute for a son-in-law.
    Lillian, Scott’s wife, was a very beautiful Asian woman with a slinky red dress that seemed a touch too risqué for a cocktail party, but then maybe she was enjoying the slightly annoyed and peeved looks the other wives were shooting her way. Jack wondered if she had shown her husband what underwear she was, or wasn’t, wearing before coming to the party. She stepped in to save the two floundering men.
    â€œDo the two of you have children?” she asked, her voice no more than a breathy whisper.
    Jack let Karen field that question; it was one of her favourites. She shook her head, tumbling her long blonde hair about her shoulders. Jack cast a quick look between the women, eyebrow raised curiously. He couldn’t detect any hostility, but if that little hair manoeuvre wasn’t some kind of challenge he’d sit down and gladly read Hawthorn’s book cover to cover.
    â€œWe don’t have any children yet,” Karen replied, her voice soft and not dangerous at all. “We hope to start a family soon, though. And you?”
    Lillian smiled, a mere baring of teeth. “We haven’t decided yet, but that doesn’t stop us from practising.” She curled herself seductively around Scott’s arm.
    Jack had seen guys get in territorial pissing contests and outright fights, but this was the first time he’d been ringside to an alpha-female scrap.
    Scott must have figured something was up as well, for he was quick to add, “Any dogs, Jack? We have two French bulldogs.”
    â€œI’d love to have a dog,” Jack said as he felt the tension ease in Karen. Ease, but not disappear. “But Karen wants to wait until after we have kids.”
    Scott wanted to know why. Lillian was content to remain quiet, smiling sweetly at Karen every now and then.
    â€œI think it’s best to wait until the children are older,” Karen explained. “It’s safer that way.”
    â€œNonsense,” Scott scoffed. “Dogs and babies get along just fine.”
    â€œThat’s what I keep telling her,” Jack said. “I grew up with black Labs. Hell, my dad’s dog was considered the firstborn son.”
    â€œOh, no,” Karen disagreed, shaking her head, and this time there was nothing flirtatious or subtle about it. “My parents had a dog when they were first married and they had to get rid of it when my brother was born. Isn’t that right, Dad?”
    Hawthorn had obviously decided to see what the barbarian was up to and had casually sidled over to the small group. Jack saw with petty satisfaction that, as he approached, Hawthorn noticed Jack’s hand resting on the curve of Karen’s buttock. He tried to keep his face pleasant, but a tightening around the good doctor’s eyes gave him away. Jack hugged his wife a touch closer.
    â€œIs what right, sweetheart?” Hawthorn had a deep, rolling voice that must have sounded impressive in lecture halls. Jack bet he practised it before going to bed at night.
    â€œYou had to get rid of your dog when George was born.”
    Hawthorn nodded solemnly. Jack groaned inwardly. All Hawthorn needed was a tweed jacket and pipe to complete his Serious Professor look. But Jack had to admit his father-in-law was a good-looking man. A full head of hair, black but greying — distinguishingly, mind you — and a clean-shaven, strong jaw gave him an enviable look. Despite being an avid runner, like his daughter, he was starting to develop a bit of a paunch, Jack noted. Again, with petty satisfaction.
    â€œDogs and babies just don’t socialize that well,” Hawthorn explicated for those less knowledgeable and experienced than he. “Canines will commonly grow jealous of the newborn, seeing the