He found himself hanging on her eve

He found himself hanging on her every word, ready for more and at the end of the night he usually had to stop himself from begging her to read just one more chapter and surprisingly it had very little to do with the book, although he did enjoy parts of it.

"I think he has to go out again," Zoe said, walking over to the coffee table and picking up a-

"Why the hell are you putting a hot pink leash on him?" Trevor demanded, outraged on behalf of the poor dog.

Zoe frowned up at him as if he were the crazy one. "It's just a leash. Besides it was the last one the pound had to give out," she said, shrugging like it was no big deal.

"You can't put a male dog on a hot pink leash, woman."

"Why not?"

"Because he's a man," Trevor said, exasperated. "What's next? A pink sweater?"

She shrugged sheepishly. "I think he looks cute in pink."

The dog whimpered near the door, drawing their attention. "Alright, I'm coming," she said, walking over to the dog and clipping the leash onto a really cheap thin collar that wouldn't do.

"Do you know if the convenient store on Washburn sells dog food?" she asked, looking over her shoulder at him.

"He doesn't have any food?" Trevor asked, wondering why she took the damn thing when she clearly didn't know what the hell she was doing.

"I gave him the baggie of food they sent home, but I don't think that was enough," she said, frowning as she stumbled over the dog and opened the door.

She really didn't have a clue, he decided. "You don't want to feed him any of that shit they sell at convenient stores. I'll look and see what I can find here, but you're going to have to run out tomorrow and get him some proper supplies."

"Proper supplies," she repeated with a look that said she had no idea what the hell she wasn't supposed to get.

Praying for patience, he gestured for her to move her ass before the dog took a leak on his floor. "I'll go with you to the pet store tomorrow, but after that you're on your own," he said.

"Thank-eek!" she let out another adorable squeak as the dog yanked her to the front door. "Toby!" she cried and Trevor shook his head in disgust, a sissy name on top of a pink collar. Poor bastard, he thought as he headed for Zoe's kitchen.

A quick search through the mostly bare cabinets had him scowling and the search through her practically empty refrigerator had him fuming. He knew she hadn't forgotten to shop or didn't have enough money to buy food. One look at the insane price tag on the box of twigs some sick bastard had the nerve to call food let him know that money wasn't the issue.

She had no meat, no cheese, condiments, juice, milk or anything with flavor. Instead, one entire shelf in her refrigerator was stocked with bottles of spring water and one drawer held a large bag of salad mix and half a cucumber. The only real food in the fridge was the stuff she used to make up his lunches and that only took up half a shelf and he didn't need to look to know that she wasn't eating any of it.

He shut the door with more force than necessary and leaned back against it. She was starving herself and he had absolutely no idea what the hell he should do about it. After a minute of stressing out about it he decided that it wasn't his place to do jack shit about it. She was a grown woman with a level head on her shoulders. If she was hungry she'd eat. Shoving his opinion on her would only cause problems that he didn't need at the moment so for now he would let it go.

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Dia mendapati dirinya tergantung pada dirinya setiap kata, siap untuk lebih lanjut dan pada akhir malam ia biasanya harus menghentikan dirinya dari mengemis untuk membaca hanya satu bab yang lain dan mengejutkan memiliki sangat sedikit hubungannya dengan buku, meskipun ia menikmati bagian itu."Saya pikir dia harus pergi lagi," kata Zoe, berjalan ke meja kopi dan mengambil -"Mengapa sih Anda meletakkan tali merah muda panas dia?" Trevor menuntut, marah atas nama anjing miskin.Zoe mengerutkan kening atas dia seolah-olah ia adalah orang gila. "Ini adalah hanya tali. Selain itu adalah yang terakhir pound harus memberikan keluar,"katanya, mengangkat bahu seperti itu adalah bukan masalah besar."Anda tidak dapat menempatkan anjing laki-laki pada tali merah panas, wanita.""Kenapa tidak?""Karena ia adalah seorang pria," Trevor berkata, jengkel. "Apa berikutnya? Sweter pink?"Dia mengangkat bahu malu-malu. "Saya pikir dia terlihat manis di pink."Anjing whimpered di dekat pintu, menarik perhatian mereka. "Baiklah, aku akan datang," katanya, berjalan untuk anjing dan kliping tali ke kerah tipis benar-benar murah yang tidak akan."Apakah Anda tahu jika toko yang nyaman di Washburn menjual makanan anjing?" Dia bertanya, melihat dari atas bahunya kepadanya."Dia tidak memiliki makanan?" Trevor bertanya, bertanya-tanya mengapa ia mengambil sialan itu ketika dia jelas tidak tahu apa sih yang ia lakukan."Aku memberinya kantong makanan mereka dikirim pulang, tapi saya tidak berpikir itu cukup," katanya, mengerutkan kening ketika ia tersandung anjing dan membuka pintu.She really didn't have a clue, he decided. "You don't want to feed him any of that shit they sell at convenient stores. I'll look and see what I can find here, but you're going to have to run out tomorrow and get him some proper supplies.""Proper supplies," she repeated with a look that said she had no idea what the hell she wasn't supposed to get.Praying for patience, he gestured for her to move her ass before the dog took a leak on his floor. "I'll go with you to the pet store tomorrow, but after that you're on your own," he said."Thank-eek!" she let out another adorable squeak as the dog yanked her to the front door. "Toby!" she cried and Trevor shook his head in disgust, a sissy name on top of a pink collar. Poor bastard, he thought as he headed for Zoe's kitchen.A quick search through the mostly bare cabinets had him scowling and the search through her practically empty refrigerator had him fuming. He knew she hadn't forgotten to shop or didn't have enough money to buy food. One look at the insane price tag on the box of twigs some sick bastard had the nerve to call food let him know that money wasn't the issue.She had no meat, no cheese, condiments, juice, milk or anything with flavor. Instead, one entire shelf in her refrigerator was stocked with bottles of spring water and one drawer held a large bag of salad mix and half a cucumber. The only real food in the fridge was the stuff she used to make up his lunches and that only took up half a shelf and he didn't need to look to know that she wasn't eating any of it.He shut the door with more force than necessary and leaned back against it. She was starving herself and he had absolutely no idea what the hell he should do about it. After a minute of stressing out about it he decided that it wasn't his place to do jack shit about it. She was a grown woman with a level head on her shoulders. If she was hungry she'd eat. Shoving his opinion on her would only cause problems that he didn't need at the moment so for now he would let it go.