“You should leave before I get my dog to eat your face.” “My pretty face?” He plasters a hand against his chest in betrayal. “You wouldn’t dare.” “Leave, Caden,” I seethe. “I bet I can get that dog to like me. Right, doggie?” She barks at him, and he jumps back. “Just give her time. She’ll warm up to me.” He pierces his stare into mine. “Like you.”
