Warren went home after one of the longest shifts he’d pulled since he’d started with BPD and sat on the sofa, dropping the take out he’d picked up on the drive onto the coffee table in front of him.
“Leave it,” he said to Jake as the black lab leaned forward with a wagging tail to sniff the bag. Without hesitation, Jake sat and left the bag alone, watching Warren with eager eyes. Warren heaved a big sigh and pushed himself to his feet again. Jake followed, leaving the bag of food behind as they went into the kitchen where Warren grabbed a paper plate, a fork, a couple paper towels and a can of soda. He should have grabbed all this before sitting down, but he hadn’t been thinking that far ahead. He took everything back in the living room, Jake still right behind him, tail wagging and thump
