She’d have a pack of dogs that followed her around all the time if he let her. For his sanity, the life of his shoes, and the fact that German Shepherds shed like a bitch, he had to keep that crazy wrangled.
Yeah, he loved dogs.
He thought they were fun for kids.
Although, twenty of them following his wife like the Pied Piper wasn’t his idea of a good time. They had enough people in their bed. They didn’t need a doggie blanket.
When they breathed, the whole damn bed shook.
Blackhawk sighed.
“Oh, hell. I just bought her a dog. I’ve been bamboozled, somehow.”
Raphael laughed.
How could he not?
“Yeah, but she found one at the crime scene, and wooed it with jerky. Apparently, dogs like Wyler’s dried meat. Now, they have a dog in the car, as they head to the cemetery.”
Ethan had to make a choice.
Was this a hill he really wanted to die on?
He’d thrown his wife’s life upside down over the last few weeks. The least he could do was calm down.
Besides…
They lived in a haunted house. Dogs heard shit. If a bunch of dogs made her feel safer, who was he to say no?
Yep.
He officially gave up.
For now.
“I’m not even going to get upset,” he admitted. “She could have gone home, but she stayed here for me. If she wants a pack of dogs, so be it. I’ll adjust. She’s adjusting for me. It’s not like she intentionally found one to annoy me. Elizabeth is always picking up strays. Look at all of us, me included.”
He had a point.
She gave them all a home, a purpose, and salvation. That told them all about her heart.
It.
Was.
Huge.
At the door, Raphael was curious.
“Do you want me to come in?” Raphael asked. “I can park it out here.”
Yeah, there was no way he was leaving the man to sit outside. They were home just like him.
He shook his head.
“No, you’re coming in. Get some dinner. I’m not going to start a fight with Wyler. I’m letting it go. I don’t want to be mean to him. I don’t know how much time I have left with him.”
He patted him on the back.
