They were all good dogs, and if the worst thing Sungila ever did was eat a loafer, that was minor.
Willa loved playing with the dogs, and he liked when they herded his kid, so that she was safe.
If Elizabeth wanted a pack of dogs, that was her business. Then again, it wasn’t his shoes that tended to be the target.
He was rooting for her.
“Hey,” she said, when Ethan answered. “What’s going on?” she asked, ignoring that she didn’t call back on video call. All she could hope was he didn’t ask questions she couldn’t answer.
At the tone in her voice, Ethan knew what was going on.
Yeah, he was amused.
“I talked with dad, and we’ve settled down for the rest of the night. I was working on your profile, and thought you’d like an update.”
Hot.
Damn.
Anything but the big, fluffy near-elephant in the doggy vicinity.
“Absolutely. Hit me with it.”
Ethan was going to play with his wife a little. If he couldn’t have some fun, why bother? It was rare she was sneaky, but if she was going to be, it was almostALWAYSabout a dog.
Or if she was trying to escape security.
“Is that Callen breathing heavy?” he asked. “It sounds like he’s panting.”
Oh, shit.
“Uh, it must be static in the call,” she said, making something up to buy time.
Yeah, it was absolutely the dog.
His tongue was hanging out of his mouth, and he was a heavy breather.
Clearly.
“Yeah, it's me,” Callen said, laughing. “You know how I get around the woman. I’m a dirty, dirty dog.”
She stared at him.
It made him laugh even harder.
“Oh,” Ethan said. “Well, he is a dog. I guess it’s a good thing you like dogs,” he joked.
Shit.
Gene was shaking his head.
Just tell him. He’s going to find out,he signed.If you don’t, he’s going to be bitchier. No one likes a cranky Ethan. Oh, wait. I do. Don’t tell him.
She rolled her eyes.
“I guess so. How about that profile?” she asked, redirecting. It was wild, she ran a whole division, but had to ask permission to get a dog.
Hell.
