Days had passed since their last attempt to befriend the black stray, and the Tiller brothers were still arguing about it. It had gotten heated at moments, with Ollie vehemently claiming that they had come very close to succeeding and Rob passionately disagreeing with the notion that they could predict, in any way shape or form, what may or may not have happened.
"He didn't bite," Rob said firmly, refusing to budge, as Ollie threw up his hands in exasperation....
