A shadow danced over the light entering through the cracks in the closet doors as Pierce walked in front of them.
"Katy, are you hiding a dog in the closet?" he asked with his hand on the handle, as if scared to open the door and find out.
I pushed Not Brent and myself further into the corner and tucked a winter coat in front of us to hide my face. If I didn't see Pierce, he couldn't see me. Right?
Katy snorted at his question. "Why would I have a dog in the closet, Pierce? Don't be ridiculous."
Not Brent barked.
"No," I shushed and snatched him up in my arms, but the little white and brown dog wiggled like he had an army of fleas biting him. s**t, did he have fleas?
Pierce let out a giant sigh and pulled open the closet doors. "Vonnie?"
I popped my head out from behind the coa
