He laughed deeply, following her. "You sure you love me?" * * * She opened her eyes slowly, considering him. "You're pretty cute, you know..."
She set out the food and water, and slipped the collar on Nugget. "Positive." *** He flushed. "Nuh uh.."
"Even if our dog is plotting to kill me?" * * * "Yuh huh," she replied obstinately, burying her head in his shoulder.
“Hear that, Nugget? You can stay.” *** “We were,” she agreed, pulling him closer. “We don’t have anything to dooooo.”
He squinted at the dog. “For now.” *** She frowned, running a hand through her hair. “We have to figure out how we’re going to release the information about the timers,” she said thoughtfully. “We have to get our evidence back.”
“You’ll think differently when you’re standing over my dead body.” *** “I think they took it,” she said flatly. “Which means a trip to the warehouse.”
He looked down at Nugget. "Am I being dramatic, Nugget?" The dog barked and jumped up, leaving two wet pawprints on his shirt. Arlo squinted at him before turning to Callie. "See?" * * * "It's a risk I think I have to take. You don't have to come, though. It's a lot to ask of someone."
"Or it's because he's developing a taste for blood." * * * She frowned, slipping her hands under his collar to rest on his back. "It's really more of a one person job," she tried, her eyes searching his face.
She went and flopped onto the couch. "That's what I know." *** He pursed his lips. "No. I'm coming with."
He gave her a small smile before picking up Nugget and cradling the dog in his arms, coming over to her. "That's what they all say." * * * She sighed, brushing his hair back out of his face. "Well... You should sleep more. You don't get enough sleep."
She looked up at him. "Is that so?" *** He sat up. "We've been sleeping for a long time. You can't fool me."
"Mmhm. Everybody believes that this dog is innocent. But look at him. He's bloodthirsty." * * * "Landon," she said, a slight note of panic in her voice, "you really shouldn't come. Please. For me."
