Another reason to loathe his entitled ass.
Then again, thisisthe answer I was looking for, even if I hate it. Also, he seems sane, if spoiled rotten, and Charlie likes him.
The stay would save us the headache of finding another kennel to board the dog this late or cooping him up in the sick room.
Whatever.
“Sure. That would save us a lot of trouble, assuming you don’t mind,” I say.
“Not at all. I’m a dog guy,” he announces proudly.
“But it’s clinic protocol to follow up, just to make sure Charlie gets reunited with his owner,” I warn.
He smiles. “I’ll be here bright and early. Just name the time. When do you want me to meet you?”
Oh goodie. An invite to deal with him again.
If he can sense the laser beams of frustration blasting from my eyes, he doesn’t show it.
“Brady, c’mon. Let’s go!” Blondie whines, taking his arm and tugging.
Yes, please leave.
“Awesome. Now we’ll have to cancel the reservation for sure,” she says as he scoops Charlie back into his arms. The dog, exhausted but at ease, just wags his tail a few times and settles in for the ride. “Now you’ll have to take that smelly dog. What will your dad say?”
“He won’t know tonight,” Brady says calmly, giving me a nod as he strides out to the parking lot.
The car waiting for them is a sleek, newish upscale SUV. No surprise.
Andobviouslyan older man in a suit—the driver, I assume—steps out and opens the door for them.
Honestly, I’m surprised they didn’t send the driver to do all their dirty work. Or maybe he’s not authorized to use the prince’s credit card.
No, I doubt that.
Someone like him has at least six credit cards, most with no limit, and he’s not going to get fussy about who uses them for company expenses.
And when you’re rich, everything is a company expense.
Yes, I’m glaring as they leave.
Jealous much? I am.
Like I said, this job is bittersweet.
The animals are awesome about a hundred percent of the time. It’s the people who suck way more often.
But at least we did our duty.
We helped solve one more case of lost paws tonight.
I wish it made me happier.
As I watch the SUV pull away, shaking my head at the way Brady waves through the window, I wonder how long Pawsome Hearts can keep the rescues going.
How long do we have left?
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