The magazine laid open on the table, a corner ruffling softly as the cool breeze drifted in the open window to Sean's private garden. With his back to the desk, the restaurateur didn't notice, instead his eyes were drawn to the small bundle of energy currently trying to either fly up the tree or learn how to climb it. Merlin's prey... a small gray squirrel sat perched high above the ground, either teasing or impervious to the dog below.