Because Benjamin Blake was still staring at me through slightly narrowed eyes, I realized I’d better get to the task at hand before I annoyed him any more than I already had.
“It’s about Rufus, actually,” I said, and he crossed his arms.
“Your dog that crawled under your gate?”
I nodded, but then added, “Well, that’s the thing. He’s not actually my dog. He’s a rescue. That’s what I do — rescue chihuahuas. I have an organization called Little Angels Chi Rescue.”
This noble occupation didn’t seem to move Benjamin at all. Or at least, I couldn’t detect even the slightest shift in the stony expression he’d been displaying for the past couple of minutes. His lack of reaction didn’t seem to bode well for my errand, but since I’d already embarked on this mission, about all I could do was see
