CHAPTER TWELVE
LUKE
I chomp down another egg sandwich. It’s more comfortable in dog form because I have the jaws for it, and I look like less of a hog eating a whole English muffin in one bite this way.
I’m exhausted. I want to turn back into a man, but Ravi and Sarah are still here. If I transform now, I have to put clothes on, and I don’t want to. I want to go straight to the shower, and then collapse into my bed, preferably with Elisa cuddled up against me. She’s blown my mind again, accepting all this so easily.
I whine, tempted to bring back my mouth and ask my friend and his daughter to head out.
“What’s wrong, honey?” Elisa asks.
I look at her, eyes pleading, and then look at the door.
Sarah is sitting nearby, the remains of tacos scattered all over the tile. Her head is on h
