Dave tugged lightly on the leash, the boxer he’d just picked up from the animal shelter not quite sure he wanted to go home with him for the weekend. “Come on, bud. I’ll let you sleep in the bed.”
As if the dog could understand English, he finally jumped into the back of Dave’s SUV. “Good boy, Tantor.” He scrubbed the dog behind his ears, and by the time he got in the driver’s seat, the dog sat in the passenger seat. “Yep, you get to ride up front too.” Dave rolled the window down, glad the rain had started to lessen slightly now that March had dawned.
“Now, my girlfriend doesn’t like it when dogs jump on her,” he said as he started driving back to his place. Brooklynn had promised him dinner at his home that night, and his mouth watered just thinking about her cooking.
And the woman.
