“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
She stomped in the direction Jones ran off to, but came to a standstill for an excruciating pain in her already hurt ankle.Oh nooo.That didn’t feel right. Shit.
She needed to take better care of her injury. If she never got to dance again because of these damned dogs, she would regret it forever.
The dogs were barking and jerking their leashes. Jacky took the momentum and came after her with a nasty snarl while she tried to dodge his attack. His tiny but sharp teeth grabbed a hold of her jeans, but he missed her calf this time. He hung onto the underside of her jeans as she shook her leg to kick him off.
Another leash slipped and Missy ran off. The Doberman hightailed it out of there and nothing could stop her. During the altercation, Errin had walked a block and lost sight of the park.
With no visual on Missy and Jones, she had no clue if they were in the park. Argh, she needed to repatriate those deserters. The dogs didn’t belong to anyone at the moment, but still. She was responsible for their well-being and letting them run around the city wasn’t in their best interest. She may not be a dog lover, but she had a heart.
“Joh-hones… Mihs-syyy… Come heeere.”
Of course there was no trace of either dog in the park. She had six dogs left out of eight. That had to be a bad score. After searching them for over thirty minutes in all corners and under all benches in the park, she called in reinforcements.
“Hey! What’s up?” Kayla said.
“Sis, I need your help,” Errin said, holding the phone between her ear and shoulder. Two of the dogs jerked the leash again, and she dropped her phone.
“Ah. For crying out loud! Just leave me the fuck alone!” Errin screamed.
“Errin! Errin, what’s going on?” Kayla’s shouts reached her from the ground, just before big Al took the phone in his mouth and crunched it.
“No, no, nooo! Bad Al!” she said as she tried to save whatever left of her phone. The enormous Newfoundland dog sat on his ass and cocked his head, not having the slightest clue of what he’d done wrong.
She slumped onto the cold wooden seat of the bench closest to the park entrance and checked her phone. Nothing. Just a black, cracked screen.
“Okay. This ain’t over ‘till the fat lady sings.”
One by one, she tied the dogs to the bench.
After another fifteen minutes, she spotted Missy sniffing behind a bush. She monitored the other dogs by the bench over her shoulder, but she couldn’t risk it.
“Missy, come here. I’ve got a little treat for you…” she sing-songed.
Thank God that did the trick. The moment Missy was in reach, Errin grabbed her leash and hopped over to the bench with the other six dogs tied to it. She had to sit down again, since the walk to catch Missy had been too much for her ankle.
She eyeballed Al, who gnawed on her phone, his newfound chew toy.
“Great. That’s just reeeal great, Al. I hope you choke on it,” she said as she eyed Al.
“You talking to dogs now?” a low voice said behind her.
She startled and whirled around in her seat.
Brennan smirked at her, hands gripping on the backrest. He wore a black sweater and dark blue jeans and looked good enough to eat, hair still wet from the shower. She blinked away the vision of a showering Brennan.
“You’re going cuckoo on me?” he said as he cocked his head and raised a brow.
Errin shook her head to let his words register. “What?”
“Cuckoo. You know, bat shit crazy. Bonkers. Are you turning in some kind of lunatic, expecting for Al,” he gestured at the dog laying at her feet still chewing on her phone, “To reply to you? Even with his mouth full, I might add?”
She snorted,annoyed with him. Why was he here? He wasn’t supposed to run into her for quite some time, she’d decided yesterday. She wanted to steer clear of him, to let the memory of their phone sex episode fade away to the background. That way, she wouldn’t be so tempted to jump his boner.
Geez, bones! Not boner.She had a one-track mind, ever since she’d screamed out his name in ecstasy. That beautiful, thick, long cock of his, surrounded by suds.Mmm. Oh, and what really rocked her boat? His moans as he was busy pleasuring himself.
She cleared her throat and scooted over to make room for his sizeable frame. He took a seat next to her and petted Missy. The dog let him rub her behind her ears. Hmm, just another thing that ticked her off.