Roommaid

by Sariah Wilson

“And you didn’t consider getting any other kind? Like a cat?” “A cat?” he scoffed. “Never. I’m not bringing home some sociopath intent on luring you into a false sense of security before they eat your face.” That made me laugh. “Some cats are nice and affectionate.” Not that I had any firsthand knowledge, but it had to be true. “Decoys. They’ve never forgotten that they used to be worshipped as gods. You’ll never see dogs planning on destroying humankind. Which is one of the reasons I adopted Pigeon.” “She won’t eat your face?” He smiled. “I’m pretty sure she’s not plotting my demise. And it’s nice to love somebody who doesn’t want anything in return.”

“I know, I know,” he said with a grin. “I spoil her.” “Maybe a little. And I thought I’d been spoiled growing up.” “When I love something, I don’t do it halfway.” That made my heart twist painfully. No man had ever loved me the way he loved this dog.