“Well, that’s too bad. My dog needs to go out.” Trey snatches the leash from my hand. “I’ll do it. Stay.” “It’s one thing to talk to my dog that way. I won’t be given commands like I’m an animal or an object.” Trey runs his tongue across his teeth and gives me an unimpressed stare. “Drake would like you to stay in the confines of his luxurious penthouse while I take care of Miss Daisy’s needs.”
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