Becker
“Becker? Can you deliver Belle to her owner?” Tiffany asked. Belle? Oh, the spunky Mini-Pomeranian. “She can’t leave her daughter alone. Her babysitter is sick.” Her daughter. Her.
“A woman?” I asked, so unsure.
Tiffany flicked her eyes to me. “Yes, a woman. Don’t worry. This one won’t bother looking at your handsome face.” I chuckled as Tiffany handed Belle to me.
I brought her to my Shelby. Putting her on the front seat. “Behave, lady,” I asked her and closed the door. Heading to mine and rode to the stated address. It didn’t take me long to reach the house as I immediately grabbed Belle out. Before I started working with Tiffany, everybody had trouble handling Belle. One, she was a Pomeranian. Two, she hated strangers. Three, she despised being touched and would bite anyone w
