She patted the dogs lovingly on the sides before she turned to Boone.
“They’re gonna take extensive rehabilitation,” she said. “You have the room for that? And the time?”
Boone shook his head. “No. You willing to take them on?”
My heart leaped. “Is that safe?”
Janet laughed. “Take a look around you, Odin. This is your new life. Wild animals and chaos both.”
I guess she did have a point.
If I went all in, I’d be dealing with my fair share of wild animals.
“Okay, but Wendy gets nowhere near them.”
Janet burst out laughing. “You’ll do, Odin. You’ll do.”
Twenty-Three
I’m actually a very nice person once you feed me.
—Constance to Odin
Odin
I waited outside until she came out a half hour later, her shoulders a lot less tense than they’d been before she’d left to go eat lunch with Wendy.
I stepped out of the truck and whistled.
Her head whipped around and she froze when she saw me.
“You did not just whistle at me like a dog,” she growled.
I flicked my pointer finger at her, gesturing at her to come to me.
She crossed her arms and stomped her foot.
Knowing this was going to have to be the hard way instead of the easy way, I marched toward her and didn’t stop until I was directly in front of her.
When she started to raise her voice, ready to fight me, I bent down and picked her up, tossing her over my shoulder.
“Put me down right now, Odin!” she demanded.
“No thank you.”
“Odin!” she cried. “My car!”
“I’ll bring you back to it in time to pick her up,” I said. “Just look at it this way. You’ll be first in line to pick her up.”
“That’s not what I want to do!” she cried. “Put me down!”
“Hey, man,” I heard. “She said put her down.”
I looked to my side and saw Pendelton’s kid.
I rolled my eyes and kept walking.
“Put me down, Odin!”
