Arlo said nothing, only watched Callie with an affectionate smile. *** Val shifted in her sleep, opening one eye to look at him. “Who is it?”
"A pound owner," he said quietly. "So terrible." Turning back to the phone he sighed. "How can I help?" "Talk to this lady and tell her that what she's doing is animal abuse and illegal and the newspaper would be happy to show her true colors."
Landon pursed his lips. "Can you let me talk to her?" Callie extended her arm for the woman to take the phone.
"I'm a photographer," he explained, "but my girlfriend is a journalist, if you'd rather speak with her instead."
Val smirked sleepily, kissing his jaw lightly. The woman was quiet on the other end before hanging up the phone.
Landon cocked his head in confusion before setting down his phone, kissing the side of her neck. "She hung up." *** Callie crossed her arms. "Well?"
"What a pity," Val replied, wrapping her arms around his neck. * * * She glowered. "Just... take the dog and go."
"Hmm. I'd rather not deal with some rude pound worker." He kissed her cheek. "It's okay." *** Callie nodded, retrieving the leash from Arlo. "Wonderful."
