“Uh, he’s not friendly.”
She didn’t think that was the truth.
“Sit,” she said.
And Shadow sat.
Getting up, he leaned against her leg, and she fed him jerky.
“One for transport,” she said.
Callen just laughed.
And laughed.
And laughed.
“Ethan is going toMURDERyou. He got you a German Shepherd puppy already that is currently being trained. This isn’t a dog. It’s a liability. We don’t know this dog.”
She didn’t care.
Scratching the dog behind the ear, its foot thumped on the ground.
He was hardly a killer.
If anything, she was always rooting for the underdog, and the dog of a homeless man who was dead? They’d send this dog to the pound, and because he was part Shepherd, he’d never survive it.
So he’d be killed.
Yeah, not on her watch.
“We’re going to take you home, and get you fixed. Oh, and if anyone with balls in the house says a single solitary thing, they’re getting neutered too. Because what momma wants, momma is getting, or what daddy wants, he’s not having anymore.”
That message was delivered.
Loud.
And.
Clear.
Wisely, Callen shut up.
From where he stood, Gene just laughed.
“Not me. I like dogs. I say the more the merrier,” he said, moving closer.
When he did, Shadow looked wary, but he didn’t growl. Instead, he was watching to see how Elizabeth reacted.
When she handed Gene jerky, the dog’s tail moved.
So he fed it to him, and then petted his head.
“I kinda like him. Willa can ride him. All we need is a saddle.”
She laughed.
It wasn’t like he was wrong.
