14
“There’s no such thing as true love, and if there were, Georgia wouldn’t be mine.”
—Wyatt Gates
“Who forgot the goddamn clip on this kennel?” I yell, looking around at the wide eyes of the guys as they clean out other kennels.
No one takes responsibility.
“Who cleaned this kennel? If you forget to clip the door shut, the dogs can jump up and knock the door open. Then, we have a loose dog that can run out and get lost. Is that what we want? There are reasons procedures are in place!”
“It was me, boss,” Xavier says, taking the piece of metal from my hand and clipping the door shut.
“No, it wasn’t.” I narrow my stare.
Xavier isn’t cleaning kennels today. He literally just got back from a rescue run with me.
He raises a hand as if swearing an oath. “Nope. Definitely me.”
If I wasn
