CHAPTER 6
BRUCE
Lilly clutches her possessions protectively. “How can I be late when I didn’t tell you when I’d be back?”
The fact that she has a point only infuriates me further—but I rein it in since the dog is currently behind me. “Your new charge has had two accidents.”
Her eyes turn slitty. “You mean your puppy?”
“You should’ve been here with the movers.” Who left an hour ago.
“Am I not allowed to eat?”
She’s been here for all of two seconds, but a thudding pain is beginning to form in my temples. “Next time you’re hungry, speak to Chef Foxposse, or Mr. Cash, or Mrs. Campbell.”
She mutters something under her breath resembling, “Of course you have a chef.” Louder, she says, “I have no idea who any of those people are.”
“You were in the kitchen with Mr. Cash,” I remind her.
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