as she reached the top of the stairs , she found the doors to the study open , and her man was where he hated to be-curled over acres of paperwork done in braille , his huge shoulders blocking out most of the carved throne he sat in , his talented fingers tracing line by line , his brow furrowed trench-deep behind those wraparounds- both her man and george , his beloved service dog , looked over as if they 'd caught her scent .