Chapter 91
“Are you done?” Yvonne asked, unwilling to waste another second on him before hanging up.
She tossed the phone onto the coffee table and looked up to find Bennett’s dark, unreadable eyes on her. She hadn’t used the speakerphone, so he shouldn’t have heard anything, but she felt a strange sense of unease.
“We have an early flight tomorrow. Get some rest,” he said coolly, before disappearing into his own room.
After the promotional event, they flew back to Istra the next day for security reasons. Upon entering the Cherry Apartment, before Yvonne could even take off her shoes, a dark, furry shadow bounded toward her with a joyful bark.
She instinctively caught the fluffy mass. It was a black and tan German Shepherd, nearly half her height when it stood on its hind legs, looking powerful and fierce. But in her arms, it was as gentle as a kitten, nuzzling its large head against her
repeatedly.
Bullet!
Holding the big dog, she whispered his name in her mind, fighting back tears. Bullet had been a police dog. As the fastest in his cohort, his running form was said to resemble a bullet leaving a chamber, hence the name his trainer gave him. He was forced to retire after being injured in the line of duty, and Yvonne had adopted him. She had wondered where he was when she returned to the Jones family home; she never expected to find him here with Bennett.
Bullet pressed against her, his eyes filled with an eagerness that spoke of a long- awaited reunion. She knew, somehow, that he recognized her. Animals, she thought, were perhaps more perceptive than people, able to see the soul beyond the physical form.
Swallowing her emotions, she stroked the dog’s head, a wave of gratitude washing over her. It’s so good to see you again.
“That’s Bullet, the master’s dog p>
Helen explained with a smile as she
refilled his bowl with imported kibble. “He had a stomach bug a
While back and was the vet but he
just came home yesterday. Don’t be afraid, Ms. Jones. His bark is worse than his bite.” Content bétongs
“Bullet, dinner time!” Helen called, but the big dog remained glued to Yvonne’s side.
“He’s usually so aloof with strangers,” Helen remarked, amused. “He must feel a special connection to you p>
Whether she meant it or not, the comment made Yvonne look up. She met Bennett’s searching gazez and instinctively tried to push the dog away. But the intelligent shepherd wouldn’t be deterred, pressing back against her, his tail wagging furiously.
“Your, uh, your dog is very friendly,” Yvonne said with an awkward laugh.
Bennett glanced at her, then shifted his gaze and gave Bullet a gentle nudge with his foot. “Go eat p>
The dog, seemingly in awe of Bennett, reluctantly padded toward his bowl, casting longing looks back at Yvonne with every step.
Yvonne went to her room, showered,
and changed into loungewear. Just as she was about to get into bed, there was a soft knock at her door. She opened it to find Bullet sitting. there tongue out and tail wagging in a clear plea for affection. New ɴᴏᴠᴇʟ ᴄhapters are published on