“Dammit, Bailey,” she hissed. But those big eyes looked terrified and the dog had cringed even closer to the pavement.
Crap. “Bailey, come here,” she said quietly, but the voice rang off the metal of the skip.
Bailey immediately crawled forward, right onto her lap. Thea slid sideways and heard her skirt rip at the kick pleat as she turned to sit beside the garbage skip with the filthy dog in her arms.
“Well I’ll be,” Jenny exclaimed, clapping her hands.
The man seemed to be reassessing his opinion of Thea. “s**t. You some kinda dog whisperer or somethin’?”
Thea smiled. “Or something.” She looked at Jenny. “Now, how about that hamburger for my friend here?” She broke off little pieces of bacon and fed them to Bailey.
“Oh you bet, honey. And I’ll get you some wipes for your hands and—”
