“By the way.” He points toward the piles of bricks. “Those are the wrong shade, they don’t match the rest of the already laid foundation.”
“What the fuck,” I grumble and Brantley laughs.
“Welcome back, boss.” He walks away chuckling probably loving the idea that he can now stop being the problem solver.
“I’m taking the rest of the day off,” I holler after him and he lifts his hand in the air flipping me off.
“Not a chance pal, this shit show is all yours now!”
Layingon the couch half asleep from my day of doing everyone else’s job for them I can barely keep my eyes open.
Rolling over I pull the blanket off the back and cover my body with it.
A soft knock on the door has me growling in irritation.
I’m half tempted to ignore whoever it is on the opposite side but then I hear a bark and freeze.
The sound of someone attempting to hush the dog only makes it bark more.
I don’t know anyone that has a dog. At least not anyone that would show up at my door after nine o’clock at night anyway.
Another bark, followed by more correction. Only this time I recognize the voice.
I hurry to stand and toss the blanket off of me before making my way across the living room to the door. Yanking it open I stare at Kendall and the furball she is currently holding.
“What’s this?”
“Well, it’s a dog,” she says, followed by a duh and an eye roll.
“I know it’s a dog, Kendall.” I place my hands on my hips filling the doorway. “But whose dog is it?”
“Ours.” She shrugs and all I can do is stare at her like she has lost her damn mind. “I was driving back from a service call and I saw this dog adoption sign. It was right there on the supermarket lawn. Big ole’ thing out front and it read come meet and play with our puppies. So I went and I played.”
“And then you stole one?”
“No, I did not steal one, I adopted one,” she corrects me with another eye roll. “His name is Oscar, and he’s five months old. They found him abandoned on the doorstep of the dog shelter. He’s a Saint Bernard.”
“I know what he is Kendall, he’s gonna get fucking huge.”
“And?”
“And, he’s gonna get fucking huge. There is no more than that.”
“You’re gonna hurt his feelings.” She literally covers the dog’s eyes with her hands. “You need to learn to be nicer.”
“Kendall,” I attempt to get her mind back on track.
Instead of looking at me she continues to look down at the dog and I feel like she knocks me on my ass with her next sentence.
CHAPTER FORTY
Kendall
“Oscarand I hit it off right from the start. He is a man who knows what he wants.” I have to chuckle at her words. I am too, but she’s keeping me from getting it. “He decided he wanted to come home with me. He told me he’s looking for a place to call home and I told him I’ve found us both the perfect one.”
“Oh, is that so?”
Nodding she ruffles the dog’s hair. “This little guy and me thought we’d move in here.”
