“He’s not a dog. He’s a direwolf.”
I pet the dog’s head. Heisa bit wolfy, but he’s got a collar, clearly he was somebody’s pet. “He’s very docile.”
“He looks dangerous. And pissed off.”
I huff under my breath. “Yeah, well, apparently that’s how I like ’em.”
“What was that?” Logan cocks his chin to the side.
I ignore his question when the wolf-dog’s tail starts thwapping the ground. “Look, he’s not mad. He’s a perfect little angel! He’s adorable!”
“Kelly, that hellhound has murder mitts the size of dinner plates and you’re talking to it like it’s some roly-poly kitten. We need to call animal control.”
“No!” I shout. I inhale a lungful of air and slowly release it, fanning my fingers at my sides, attempting to stave off a hissy fit. “Okay,” I say with a calm voice. “How about I take the dog to thevet and let them scan for a microchip. Just really quick. At least let me do that.”
He glimpses at his watch. “You’re going to be covered in stencil ink and telling someone to relax their arm in like . . . twenty minutes.” He scrubs a hand over his face and sighs. “I’ll take him to see if he’s chipped.”
“And if he’s not?”
He purses his lips and stares at me. My eyes plead with him to let me keep this delightful furry monster.
“Then I’ll adopt him,” he declares.
Excuse me?I blink several times. “You mean,I’lladopt him?”
“No. I mean me.”
“You?” I grimace. “You don’t even like dogs!”
He cocks his head to the side, eyeing my new fuzzy best friend. “I like this one,” he states.
What the fuck is happening?I survey the parking lot, hoping somebody else is nearby so they can confirm that yes, Logan has done a total one-eighty. Has he lost his mind?
Squaring my shoulders, I plant my feet in front of him, prepared to go toe-to-toe with a giant. “I have a house!”
“I have more square footage,” he counters. “You don’t have a yard!”
Logan raises a brow. “There’s a dog park across the street.”
I cross my arms. “You complain when people eat too loud.”
“I’ll wear noise-canceling headphones.”
My voice raises an octave. “You work too much.”
He shrugs. “I’ll work less.”
I shove at his chest. “Logan!”
“Yes, Chaos?” He smiles and I flinch.
I narrow my eyes. “Why are you being such a dick right now?”
“This is too much dog for someone your size.”
“That’s bullshit, and we both know it,” I say with a scoff.
“Maybe.”
