He thought he was stopping for a stray dog in the snow-until he saw what she was hiding beneath her body

ownership was a legal issue. No, he had not asked Crowley’s permission. No, he would not have waited for permission while newborn puppies froze.

Crowley finally lost patience.

“They’re mine,” he said too loudly. “Nobody gets to just take what’s mine because they don’t like how I do things.”

Judge Lowell’s gaze moved to him, slow and cool. “Mr. Crowley,continue reading …