Henry jerked back to the present when he heard Makayla’s suspicious retort. For a second, she reminded him of Breaker when the American Akita had been a pup and wasn’t sure if he wanted to trust Henry. It had taken a while for the malnourished stray to accept that Henry wasn’t going to hurt him.
“What’s it to you?” Makayla demanded.
Henry’s lips twitched at the fierce tone. Yep, he thought, just like Breaker.
“You don’t remember me, do you?” he asked instead.
Makayla’s eyes narrowed as she searched his face. Finally, she shrugged her shoulders and turned her head away so that he couldn’t see her eyes. What she didn’t know was that the defiant stiffness in her body and the thrust of her jaw showed that she didn’t want to admit that she did.
“We don’t need you,” she whispered in a barel
