it!”
With that, she grabbed her overnighter and
flounced into the bathroom. He let out a sigh of relief. Being
around her was getting harder and harder, meaning he was on the
verge of losing control of his cock.
Sassy. Sexy. And fun. What’s not to like?
Don’t forget your sister and nephew are
missing, and the detective in charge of the case is a cretin.
He knelt and examined the carpet in front of
the slider. No footprints. Then he straightened, pulled opened the
slider, and walked outside. The small concrete patio didn’t show
any signs of an intruder—no surprise there. The patios were
surrounded by a lush lawn, but with the prior rain, he couldn’t
make out any footprints.
Bette stuck her head out of the bathroom.
“Find anything?”
“Nope.” Maybe it was never locked. Maybe the
dog had smelled a skunk. Who knew what set the creature off?
He shut the slider, locking it for sure this
time.
He walked over to the dresser, opened one of
the bags of takeout, and started setting out the food. His stomach
rumbled. Damn, a man could starve around here. He dipped into a
container of fries and snagged one, sat on the foot of the bed and
aimed the remote at the television.
A familiar rerun was on while the promised
Amber Alert crawled across the bottom of the screen. About damned
time.
Hungry enough to eat a small animal, he
leaned forward and grabbed the burger. The Sheltie pranced back and
forth, her nose pointed straight up, sniffing the air. “Better be
glad your mistress is so fond of you, or I might be eating a hot dog .” He chuckled at his lame joke.
A door slammed behind him. He turned to see
Bette, dressed only in a pair of short, pink PJs, standing with her
hands on her hips. “I don’t appreciate your attempt at humor. Just
because dogs can’t talk doesn’t mean they don’t understand what we
say or mean.”
Man. He’d expected more clothes not less.
Talk about not being able to catch a break. “Aw, come on. I was
kidding. You know I was.”
“She’s hungry, and I’m sure a bite or two of
hamburger would suit her just fine.”
“Too bad. I brought you chicken. I have the
only burger.”
“Then give her a bite. No onions. Dogs can’t
metabolize them.”
“Give her some of your chicken.”
“You’re the one who needs to bond with her.
Just give her a nibble.”
Grudgingly he broke off a small bite and held
it out. “Here you go, girl.” The Sheltie went for it with a snap.
“Ouch! She bit me.” He sucked on his finger. “Vicious dog. Now you
see why I don’t like ’em.”
“You big baby. That was a tiny nip.” She
shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to work on her manners. You could’ve
just dropped it and let her catch it.”
“ Now you tell me.” He reached for
another fry.
She snorted and grabbed the french fry from
his hand. “Don’t eat ’em all.”
“I’m happy to share my fries anytime.”
“That’s good because I love fries.” She tore
off a small bite of chicken and held it out for the dog. “Sit,” she
said. Tail wagging happily, the dog sat. Bette dropped the treat
and the animal caught it.
She shot him a smug smile. “See that’s how
it’s done—at least until I have time to teach her better
manners.”
“If you say so.” He shrugged, keeping his
gaze fixed on the television screen—and away from Bette and those
dratted pink pajamas.
The news came on. “Oh, finally,” she said.
“They have the Amber Alert going. Maybe that’ll jog someone to come
forward.” She leaned against the headboard and ate her sandwich,
stopping occasionally to give the dog small bites of chicken.
Sitting on the side of his bed, he inhaled
the last of his burger. “Time for lights out.” He toed off his
shoes, but he didn’t dare undress further—not with Bette and her
pink PJs in the same room. He would sleep on top of the spread just
fine. “We have to meet Rigby early tomorrow morning.”
No response except, “Come on, Shadow. Let’s
go
With that, she grabbed her overnighter and
flounced into the bathroom. He let out a sigh of relief. Being
around her was getting harder and harder, meaning he was on the
verge of losing control of his cock.
Sassy. Sexy. And fun. What’s not to like?
Don’t forget your sister and nephew are
missing, and the detective in charge of the case is a cretin.
He knelt and examined the carpet in front of
the slider. No footprints. Then he straightened, pulled opened the
slider, and walked outside. The small concrete patio didn’t show
any signs of an intruder—no surprise there. The patios were
surrounded by a lush lawn, but with the prior rain, he couldn’t
make out any footprints.
Bette stuck her head out of the bathroom.
“Find anything?”
“Nope.” Maybe it was never locked. Maybe the
dog had smelled a skunk. Who knew what set the creature off?
He shut the slider, locking it for sure this
time.
He walked over to the dresser, opened one of
the bags of takeout, and started setting out the food. His stomach
rumbled. Damn, a man could starve around here. He dipped into a
container of fries and snagged one, sat on the foot of the bed and
aimed the remote at the television.
A familiar rerun was on while the promised
Amber Alert crawled across the bottom of the screen. About damned
time.
Hungry enough to eat a small animal, he
leaned forward and grabbed the burger. The Sheltie pranced back and
forth, her nose pointed straight up, sniffing the air. “Better be
glad your mistress is so fond of you, or I might be eating a hot dog .” He chuckled at his lame joke.
A door slammed behind him. He turned to see
Bette, dressed only in a pair of short, pink PJs, standing with her
hands on her hips. “I don’t appreciate your attempt at humor. Just
because dogs can’t talk doesn’t mean they don’t understand what we
say or mean.”
Man. He’d expected more clothes not less.
Talk about not being able to catch a break. “Aw, come on. I was
kidding. You know I was.”
“She’s hungry, and I’m sure a bite or two of
hamburger would suit her just fine.”
“Too bad. I brought you chicken. I have the
only burger.”
“Then give her a bite. No onions. Dogs can’t
metabolize them.”
“Give her some of your chicken.”
“You’re the one who needs to bond with her.
Just give her a nibble.”
Grudgingly he broke off a small bite and held
it out. “Here you go, girl.” The Sheltie went for it with a snap.
“Ouch! She bit me.” He sucked on his finger. “Vicious dog. Now you
see why I don’t like ’em.”
“You big baby. That was a tiny nip.” She
shrugged. “Guess I’ll have to work on her manners. You could’ve
just dropped it and let her catch it.”
“ Now you tell me.” He reached for
another fry.
She snorted and grabbed the french fry from
his hand. “Don’t eat ’em all.”
“I’m happy to share my fries anytime.”
“That’s good because I love fries.” She tore
off a small bite of chicken and held it out for the dog. “Sit,” she
said. Tail wagging happily, the dog sat. Bette dropped the treat
and the animal caught it.
She shot him a smug smile. “See that’s how
it’s done—at least until I have time to teach her better
manners.”
“If you say so.” He shrugged, keeping his
gaze fixed on the television screen—and away from Bette and those
dratted pink pajamas.
The news came on. “Oh, finally,” she said.
“They have the Amber Alert going. Maybe that’ll jog someone to come
forward.” She leaned against the headboard and ate her sandwich,
stopping occasionally to give the dog small bites of chicken.
Sitting on the side of his bed, he inhaled
the last of his burger. “Time for lights out.” He toed off his
shoes, but he didn’t dare undress further—not with Bette and her
pink PJs in the same room. He would sleep on top of the spread just
fine. “We have to meet Rigby early tomorrow morning.”
No response except, “Come on, Shadow. Let’s
go
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