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go.”
“Not in this pretty toy you call a car. We’ll have to use the company vehicle.” He should have known something was up when her checks reddened.
Hobbling along by his side, she led him into the underground parking lot right up to the ugliest monstrosity on four wheels he’d ever seen—a rosy pink doggie van with splashes of paw prints streaked to run along each side. The hideous, doggy, shag-mobile was outfitted with a penned-in back where the animals rode, each with their own windows and special enclosures reminiscent of baby seats.
She frowned at him when he couldn’t stifle his horror. "Don't you say a word! My mother and sisters bought this through the company when they realized my own car was too small to transport the animals safely. They ordered it specially designed and painted, and if you'd been there to see their expressions when they presented it to me, you couldn't have refused their generosityeither."
He grinned.
She glared.
Then he helped her step up into the passenger seat, got behind the wheel, and drove it out onto the street. The silence had thickened, so he spoke.
"No, really! It’s roomy. And the pink is…is eye-catching. Paw designs, are a good way to advertise.”
She said nothing, but she did snort.
“We're getting lots of attention." Yeah, everyone’s laughing! Words popped into his head coming straight from his conscience.
He hated himself for lying, and the truth must have showed in his sour expression.
"Not funny! And slow it down, especially when the dogs are with us. They'll get antsy if you go too fast."
"And you know that how?"
"Never mind…and lose the grin." Even though her voice sounded rough, the chuckle he heard negated her being in a real snit.
"Yes, ma'am." Maybe the stares won't be so hard to take after all. It was nice being with Sadie again. She looked stunning with her soft curls bouncing around her pretty face. He'd looked forward to spending the afternoon with her, and if it meant driving a pink puppy parlor, he guessed he could take it.
After all, guys who had a firm grip on their sexuality didn't get rattled with minor shit like this. And if the asshole in the car next to his didn’t stop wiggling his eyebrows and smirking, he'd be more than happy to rearrange his face at the next light.
"Liam. Quit glowering at everyone and listen. Please. I have to explain a few facts before we start the day. I don't want you to undo all the work it's taken me months to put into practice. My students are in training, and unless you do exactly as I tell you, it won't be pretty."
"Students? I thought they were dogs."
"They are dogs, silly. But they're my students, also. I train them during these walking exercises, and they respond very well—to me. I just don't know whether you'll be smart enough.”
“Now you’re just being mean and…and rude.”
“I'm not being rude. These dogs are very intelligent. They know whenever they can get away with anything, and like children they'll try to take over, be the pack leader. It's up to you to stay in control—to show them who’s boss."
"Lady, if I can get through Special Forces training and work with some of the young idiots people are producing today, I have no doubt I can handle a few mutts."
"Don't be too hasty. Or ignore my advice."
"I'm sure I'll be just fine." Then he gave her his best don't-worry-about-me-little-lady nod, and she closed her mouth and crossed her arms.
Eating his own words didn't come easy to him. Begging didn't either, but by the time he'd walked the first pack for one block, had been tripped and almost upended, had the chains wrapped around his legs so he'd had to sit down on the sidewalk in order to get loose, and stopped a dozen times to undo leashes and rearrange their order, he'd begun to worry. The final straw came during one of the leash removals when the smallest in the group, Peppi the Pomeranian, had taken the opportunity to break loose. After he'd chased him three
“Not in this pretty toy you call a car. We’ll have to use the company vehicle.” He should have known something was up when her checks reddened.
Hobbling along by his side, she led him into the underground parking lot right up to the ugliest monstrosity on four wheels he’d ever seen—a rosy pink doggie van with splashes of paw prints streaked to run along each side. The hideous, doggy, shag-mobile was outfitted with a penned-in back where the animals rode, each with their own windows and special enclosures reminiscent of baby seats.
She frowned at him when he couldn’t stifle his horror. "Don't you say a word! My mother and sisters bought this through the company when they realized my own car was too small to transport the animals safely. They ordered it specially designed and painted, and if you'd been there to see their expressions when they presented it to me, you couldn't have refused their generosityeither."
He grinned.
She glared.
Then he helped her step up into the passenger seat, got behind the wheel, and drove it out onto the street. The silence had thickened, so he spoke.
"No, really! It’s roomy. And the pink is…is eye-catching. Paw designs, are a good way to advertise.”
She said nothing, but she did snort.
“We're getting lots of attention." Yeah, everyone’s laughing! Words popped into his head coming straight from his conscience.
He hated himself for lying, and the truth must have showed in his sour expression.
"Not funny! And slow it down, especially when the dogs are with us. They'll get antsy if you go too fast."
"And you know that how?"
"Never mind…and lose the grin." Even though her voice sounded rough, the chuckle he heard negated her being in a real snit.
"Yes, ma'am." Maybe the stares won't be so hard to take after all. It was nice being with Sadie again. She looked stunning with her soft curls bouncing around her pretty face. He'd looked forward to spending the afternoon with her, and if it meant driving a pink puppy parlor, he guessed he could take it.
After all, guys who had a firm grip on their sexuality didn't get rattled with minor shit like this. And if the asshole in the car next to his didn’t stop wiggling his eyebrows and smirking, he'd be more than happy to rearrange his face at the next light.
"Liam. Quit glowering at everyone and listen. Please. I have to explain a few facts before we start the day. I don't want you to undo all the work it's taken me months to put into practice. My students are in training, and unless you do exactly as I tell you, it won't be pretty."
"Students? I thought they were dogs."
"They are dogs, silly. But they're my students, also. I train them during these walking exercises, and they respond very well—to me. I just don't know whether you'll be smart enough.”
“Now you’re just being mean and…and rude.”
“I'm not being rude. These dogs are very intelligent. They know whenever they can get away with anything, and like children they'll try to take over, be the pack leader. It's up to you to stay in control—to show them who’s boss."
"Lady, if I can get through Special Forces training and work with some of the young idiots people are producing today, I have no doubt I can handle a few mutts."
"Don't be too hasty. Or ignore my advice."
"I'm sure I'll be just fine." Then he gave her his best don't-worry-about-me-little-lady nod, and she closed her mouth and crossed her arms.
Eating his own words didn't come easy to him. Begging didn't either, but by the time he'd walked the first pack for one block, had been tripped and almost upended, had the chains wrapped around his legs so he'd had to sit down on the sidewalk in order to get loose, and stopped a dozen times to undo leashes and rearrange their order, he'd begun to worry. The final straw came during one of the leash removals when the smallest in the group, Peppi the Pomeranian, had taken the opportunity to break loose. After he'd chased him three
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