Posts by Shiverfire

Mason cringed at the thought and quickly started the car, backing out of the driveway.

"You and your toast," he muttered. "How do you even burn bread? It's bread."

I was started by her realization until I realized that I hadn't let Chewy out of the garage yet.

"Yeah," I said, face palming myself. "And he probably hates me right now."

Mason laughed. "I was thinking more along the lines of Enna, the Toast Murderer."

I shrugged, a little startled by how straight forward and blunt she was. It was kinda nice to know girls like that still existed in the world of nose jobs and shopping sprees.

"I don't know, but at least it would do something. You can't honestly tell me you want to put up with that for then next few months, can you?"

Mason faked a dry heavy. "I thought it was a movie about horror, not torture."

I grinned at her sudden enthusiasm.

"He's in the garage," I said. "And he's bound to love you if you give him all this bacon."

Mason hit her playfully with his elbow. "Of course I do. And if you need me to prove that by eating you rank toast...." He paused, scrunching his nose. "Then I guess I will. Though if you love me, you won't make me eat anymore of it."

I'm sorry about them by the way," I said, not noticing the guys still in the shower. "They haven't seen a girl in months, let alone touched one. Not to sound negative, but you're basically surrounded by a bunch of horny, immature guys. Sorry."

I laughed, squeezing her hand in mine. He still couldn't believe that all of this was happening. He never thought he say it, but thank God for booze. "We could call it 'Night of the Burning Toast."

I laughed, allowing her to tug me along. "Well if you remember, I was otherwise occupated at the time."

"Sidekick," he exclaimed with mock outrage. "As the stud muffin of the film, I believe that I am allowed to have the same status as you!"

I shook my head. "Chewy wouldn't have attacked you. He would have just barked his head off."

We came to a stop outside of the garage door. Sensing me, Chewy started whining and scratching at the other side of the door.

God, her snorting was adorable. "Partners. I like the sound of that. Though I'll have to disagree about the whole 'I'm the hot one' thing. I have to say that, while I am smokin', there are definitely two examples of sexy in this car."

"Okay," I said in hesitation. "But I should warn you that he's way more than a puppy."

I opened the door, Chewy bursting through. He was a big, sturdy dog. Part German Shepard, part husky, and part golden retriever, Chewy came up to my waist. He turned around in a circle, and shoved his nose into my hand. "Hey boy," I said, scratching him behind his ears. "I'd like you to meet my soulmate."

Chewy looked over at Zena and cocked his head, staying near my side.

Mason rolled his eyes, bringing his hand up to stroke her cheek. "If only you saw what I see."

Chewy crouched down, looking up at me questioningly. I nodded in Zena's direction. "I know he's awesome. He knows he's awesome too. However, he thinks that he's a puppy, so beware."

Chewy took a hesitant step forward, and then another until he stood in front on Zena, sniffing her hand cautiously. Finally deeming her worthy, he licked her hand and jumped up, placing his paws on her legs. He sniffed her, smelling the bacon and barking before jumping down, trotting into the kitchen.

Mason sighed. "I know. But that just means I'll have to see for the both of us."

"I hope you're talking about me and not my dog," I said, following them both into the kitchen.

Chewy had already managed to snag a few pieces of bacon before dropping to the floor and looking up at the two.

I just shook my head. "If you give him the proper motivation, and he feels like it, he'll do tricks."

"True," he said, pulling into the restaurant parking lot. He smiled. "If it makes you feel any better, I'd rather eat the toast."

Uncranking the car, he go out.

"You know. This and that."

Picking up a bit of bacon, I turned to Chewy. "Sit, Chewy." He sat.

Looking at Zena, I handed her the bacon. Just tell him what you want him to do."