She opens her mouth to speak and then closes it when I hold up my hand.
“I can see how my attire sometimes gives off that vibe,” I continue. “But rest assured, I’m not at all stuffy. I need help getting me into something, say, a woman like Evelyn would prefer to see me in.”
Even though I should be the one feeling embarrassed, a sheepish twitch curls the corner of her mouth. “Chase, for the record, I called you stuffy because I was defending BB and needed to come up with a word other than asshole.”
I snicker at her candidness, mainly because I truly was an asshole that day.
“But”—she smiles—“I’d be honored to help un-stuff you. When would you like to go shopping?”
I turn my computer back on, check my calendar for availability. “Unfortunately, I’m all booked before the trip to New York. Can Lottie accompany you? She has access to my charge card and since she’s shopped for me in the past, knows all my sizes.”
Ivy lifts her shoulder in a half-shrug. “Okay. I’ll do some shopping of my own, as well. But I’d like to do this today. I’ve got commitments tomorrow.” She raises her index finger. “Before I forget, I need to confirm it’s okay to bring my precious BB along with us to New York. I can’t bear to be away from her for an entire week.”
“As long as she doesn’t attack me again,” I quip.
“Well, Chase Hunter, you’ll just have to figure out how to win BB’s heart.”
I ring Lottie via the intercom, ask her to accompany Ivy on a shopping trip, and Lottie practically dances into my office, grateful to spend the rest of the day on Rodeo Drive.
When they leave, I sit back down at my desk, open the Google search engine on my computer, and key in,How to win a chihuahua’s heart…
