“I don’t usually keep my strays,” he added thoughtfully. Shit. I didn’t need Dex getting any ideas. “Listen, you aren’t keeping them. They’re just staying someplace safe. They’re not strays anymore anyways. They’re friends now. Friends can stay over. Strays need homes. Ok?” I clarified. I really didn’t need Dexter to start bringing home every mortal he happened upon that was in trouble. We weren’t starting a compound here, for fuck’s sake.
