It takes all my willpower not to laugh as I swing the door shut and lock it. But karma for my ill placed humor strikes immediately when I almost faceplant, stumbling over my damn dog.
I bite down on a curse and glare into his unrepentant eyes. This dick always sleeps downstairs. He likes being able to patrol the indoor perimeter throughout the night. So him silently following me up here and laying down behind me in the half a minute I was occupied was clearly a targeted attack.
“See if I feed you tomorrow,” I whisper the threat at my dog before heading back down to the first floor.
The traitor stays where he is, acting as a guard to the house prisoner and ignoring me.
This time of night, I’d usually take my laptop to bed and do some work. Such is the life of a rich bachelor. But since my room is occupied, and I told her she could have tonight to herself, I’ll stay true to my word.
There’s a guest room that’s never been used, so I can try out that mattress. But first, I’ll settle into my office. Because I have a feeling that I’ll be digging into the pretty Savannah’s background for a while.
