Layla chirruped.
I asked while I reached for a crop top with a built-in shelf bra.
Brady said.
Griffin said with a growl.
Hunt announced.
My heart thudded. I hurried to yank on curve-hugging, tight jeans with tears in the knees and thighs and grabbed a slouchy long-sleeve that hung off a shoulder.
I felt Griffin’s stare following my movements when I lowered myself to the bed beside Bobo, Brady and Hunt purposefully facing my back to the corpse. I joined the guys in running a hand along Bobo’s fur, soothing him awake.
While Bobo snuffled and turned his head, his eyes still shut, Layla opened my bedroom door to peek out and give a listen.
she told us. She snorted with a superiority that wasn’t necessarily earned when she was consistently the first to protest when our jogs ran long.
Bobo’s pink tongue pushed adorably in and out of his mouth, until finally his eyes popped open with a loud snort.
I said while my friends spoke over one another to greet him as well.
Hunt was saying while Griffin and Layla settled to either side of me on the bed.
Sprawled on his back—his favorite sleeping position—Bobo cycled his legs a few times before trying to flip over onto his stomach. Midturn, he wobbled, and crashed onto Brady’s folded leg.
Brady’s hands shot out to steady him. “Whoa.”
Bobo sank half on top of him, half on the bed. Griffin’s and Layla’s bodies formed a wall that blocked my pittie’s view of the dead man.
Bobo licked his lips, opened and closed his mouth a few times, before coughing.
Hunt jumped up. he said and quickly placed the bowl I kept for Bobo beside his doggie bed on the floor on my own bed, something that was definitely against my rules.
But damn if I didn’t understand exactly how awful it felt to wake up after being drugged. I was always parched.
Bobo lapped up the water until he licked the bottom of the bowl, making a sloppy, wet mess of my comforter at the center of our impromptu circle. None of us cared. As for my bedding, I planned to burn it all, including the mattress.
At last satiated, Bobo circled his tongue around his snout and looked at me.
My worry for him softened into a smile.
I looked at my friends before breaking the news.
Bobo’s ears perked in alarm.
Bobo stood, though his legs shook.
Hunt ran hands along his body, trying to settle him.
I kissed him on the forehead. I pointed toward the floor behind me.
Griffin and Layla leaned in opposite directions so he could see around me.
