Not breaking our eye contact, he lifts my hand to the gap between the iron posts. All three rottweilers rise and, one by one, come over to sniff my hand. A wet, warm tongue licks my knuckles. Bonbon loved licking my hands and face.
I close my eyes for a second, then pull my hand out of Drago’s. “Well, I’ve met your dogs, so I’ll be on my merry way now. Have fun at work.”
I turn toward the house, but his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back and crushing me to his body.
“I’m sorry if they scared you,” he says next to my ear. “I’ll tell my men to only let them out to run around at night.”
“Thank you,” I say.
Apparently, he still thinks I’m afraid of dogs. Whatever. I don’t plan on explaining myself.
Drago
She’s not afraid of dogs.
I pause with my hand on the doorknob. I’m
