“What?” Her expression was apprehensive.
“You’ll have to share a home with Samson.”
She giggled. “Oh no. My wardrobe will be officially covered in dog slobber won’t it?”
“Probably. And you’ll be stuck in the hills. Surrounded by mosquitos.”
Helen smiled, her eyes radiating affection. “There’s nowhere I’d rather be.”
“Doyouknow what this means?” she asked me.
“What?”
“We’ll be stuck next door to my family’s property. There are worse Washingtons to live by than me and Dudley, you know.”
I laughed. “I wouldn’t be too sure about any of that. My lawyer is a smart man.”