The Heat / Alpha's Bet

“Yeah, the guy at the Humane Society said some guy was fighting them,” she explained. “They had to put some of them down, and these little guys lived through the quarantine.”

“Well, we’re keeping him,” I said as I patted him on the head.

Otis walked up to me and smiled. As he leaned into me and hugged me, he motioned toward the door with his head.

“Be right back,” I said over my shoulder as I followed him into the hallway.

“Remember that pup?” he asked as he reached for him and scratched his neck.

I shook my head. “Nope.”

“Last kennel on the right,” Otis said.

“Well, she said the guy told her they were from here, here in Winfield,” I responded.

Otis continued to scratch the dog’s neck and shifted his gaze upward. “I got a few questions, Brother.”

“I’m listening,” I responded.

“What color are Sydney’s eyes?” he asked.

“Brown, why?” I responded.

He shook his head.

“Hair color?” he asked.

“Blonde, you know that,” I snapped.

“Nail polish?” he asked.

“Nail polish is purple. Well, at least