Murphy told herself she wouldn't be jealous of the dog, but there was no way she was snuggling up to Harry while his girlfriend was out hero-ing. She'd have to get her comfort elsewhere. Like, in her own kitchen, with a rich, chocolate cake. Or an apple pie.
But beer was good, too. She took another long pull on the bottle, and shook her head. "I guess Someone's trying to get me to reconsider taking up the life of a vigilante, eh?"