Chapter 15Roland held the mechanical dog that he’d come to name Rosa in his arms. He turned out to be a she—and if he’d not already made up his mind that he wanted to take her home, this mistaken gender would have sealed the deal. He’d also packed her leash, in case he wanted to set her down anywhere, but it was currently tangled in the back of his jeans’ pocket. He’d almost forgotten entirely that the gala tonight was a black-tie affair until he showed up. Not only did he forget about the dress code, but he was also holding a contraband robotic pet.
“I’m sorry, sir,” the man at the front desk said. “You cannot come in as you are.”
“Don’t you have a suit jacket or something? A house jacket?”
“We might. But your animal cannot stay.”
“She’s super well-behaved.”
The man gave him a plaint
