But I didn’t have much time to focus on that because my mate was stretching before jumping out of bed with long-pent-up enthusiasm. “I get to go back to my room and get out of this fishbowl of a sick ward!” She turned a blazing smile on me, then Leigh.
“You’re welcome, milady.” Leigh bowed extravagantly. “But if you’re bringing the mutt to our room, I must insist that he be bathed. Thoroughly.”
Both women swiveled toward me, eyes lingering on various parts of my matted coat. I lowered my ears and rumbled displeasure as what she’d said sank in. A bath? No way.
Half an hour later
There was soap in my eye, my ears were wet, and I had imagined things going far differently if ever my mate stroked my hindquarters. Instead, I was sneezing because the fake-oatmeal-scented wash she was using wa
