Page 41 of Yolo

“No,” he said. “Definitely not. Stay here, Boss.”

Despite the barked order at his dog, I still caught his shirt sleeve in my hand and said, “Then who is she?”

“She’s a fellow K-9 officer,” Garrett explained as I heard him go toward the door.

“Oh,” I said.

Garrett left, leaving me alone with the woman.

“Uh,” I said. “My name is Bindi Howe. What’s yours?”

“Delphine,” the woman said.

I did notice she didn’t give her last name.

Interesting.

“Uh, how long have you and Garrett been working together?” I chattered nervously.

“A few years,” Delphine clipped.

Okay, so maybe she didn’t want to do small talk.

A wet nose pressed into my hand, and I reached down to pet Rooster’s neck folds.

I was so lost in thought that I didn’t hear her approach until, “Are you really blind?”

I frowned. “Yeah, why?”

I heard air movement, and I somehow knew she was trying to wave her hand in front of my face. “You don’t really look all that blind.”

I pulled my glasses off and opened my eyes, revealing them to her.

She hissed and stepped back.

Satisfied with the space she’d given to me, I said, “Take me to the couch, Rooster.”

Rooster did, and waited until I was seated before he left.

I let him go and was thankful I did when I heard him greedily slurping down water.

Poor Boss.

He’d have to share the water with Rooster.

Rooster was the sweetest, but he had a drooling problem, and that extended to his water drinking habits.

“I’ll bet you weren’t followed like you thought,” Delphine admitted. “Garrett would’ve found him by now if he was still there.”

I gritted my teeth and didn’t say anything.

I most definitely didn’t make that guy up.

Even my parents had heard him.

“Where’s the remote control?” I wondered idly to myself.

“I don’t think you should be touching Garrett’s stuff,” Delphine murmured.