The Labrador sits nicely while I grab his leash and harness, but I pause when I hear a light knock on the door. Frowning, I peek out the eyehole, my shoulders slouching when I see Grayson. His shaggy blonde hair hangs over his forehead, his hood’s up, and he stands back as I abruptly swing open the door. “What are you doing here?” He shrugs. “You never replied to my messages, and we had plans.”
Bro...were you like waiting in the shadows?!
