““Whitney eyed him, wary of a wolfdog sneak attack. Please. Recently, I’d been working on Coop’s begging. Kit had put his foot down—no four-leggers tableside during meals. No exceptions. Coop obeyed me most of the time. When it suited him. I didn’t mind if Coop ruffled Whitney’s feathers—she was a self-important, dog-hating whiner. But it put Kit in a tight spot. Best not to make waves. Another accommodation for the bimbo. ””
