Chapter Twenty-One
It had been a moot point. Several officers chuckled—I swore a few others glanced at my behind—when we exited the building. I started to comment but was distracted by the high-pitched squeals coming from the direction of the crowd that had formed just beyond the building’s perimeter. It could have come from only one source—Leah.
After breaking free from a portly officer who attempted to keep her at bay, I was mobbed by a force so strong, I needed Ramirez to keep me upright. Nicoh stood on his haunches, his front paws braced on my shoulders as he licked me chin to crown. Contrary to the comments Natalie had made, his breath was decent. Either that or I smelled pretty bad myself. I crossed my fingers, hoping for the prior, given the proximity I had just shared with Ramire
