Bianca and her master reached home just as St Just’s car drove up.

The tawny eyed man stepped out and was beside the Irishman as O’Grady emerged with Cian in his arms.

The drowsy toddler lifted his head and dimpled at his other parent.

“Doc says it could be a nasty virus,” growled O’Grady, intent on getting his son into bed.

St Just looked at Bianca. She looked tired, but her face was glowing, her plump mouth drooping. He stepped to the Pet and pulled her into his arms, bestowing a soft kiss on her mouth. Her arms went around his waist, and she stayed there for a second, tired...