“He ate one of my bras.”“Ah. I see. Which one?”“An underwire,” she mumbled.“The black lacey one from Victoria’s Secret?”She folded her arms. “That would be the one.”Well, no one could fault the dog’s taste, Gid thought. Thatstingy bit of lace had always looked plenty appetizing to him, too.He forced his mind back to the matter at hand.”