The door slammed behind Jacob, making me jump, and I turned around to make sure he didn’t throw something. The shade of red his face was turning told me he wanted something to shatter. Buster, sensing his anger, jumped off the couch and ran to hide behind my legs. The bulldog puppy had been with us two months, and he already knew of Jacob’s temper.
“Jacob?” I asked softly.
“How dare he!” His shout made my skin crawl, and Buster whimpered. “Where does he get off on telling me to relax?” I fought the urge to roll my eyes, knowing it would invoke his anger onto me. “I don’t need to relax. I am relaxed! That… asshole.”
I softly stepped towards him, holding my hands up at elbow height. His head shot up, his eyes evaluating me, trying to decide if I was friend or foe. He alway
