The captain touched the glass. Ed says your mouse should be at least promoted to dog. Nathan rolled his eyes. Maybe a Scottish terrier or a bichon.
Shadows shifted within the amber as Simon tilted his head. Not a Chihuahua or a poodle?
The soldier quirked a brow and eyed his superior. That was rather uncharitable.
You didn’t wonder?
The other man suddenly grinned. He said Rico doesn’t yap and, while he is a pretty boy, he isn’t gay. Oh, and not brave enough to be Lassie.
Soon, he may need to be. Simon’s tone was solemn.