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~Ginger's POV~
“I thought you said they were trained!”
“I thought they were!”
“Well, apparently, you thought wrong!”
Nikolai and I were attempting to walk Bo and Dusty around the fields on leashes.
The keyword being attempted.
Dusty had snapped the rope that had acted as his leash and Bo was nearly dragging me across the grass.
Nikolai called out, “If you don’t let go of that dog, you’re going to end up face-first in the dirt.”
“I got this!” I yelled back.
“No, you don’t got this! Let go of the damn leash!”
I rolled my eyes, not appreciating being told what to do.
The leash rubbed harshly against my palm as I let go of it and I knew immediately that I was hurt.
Looking down at my hand, I saw that the makeshift leash had rubbed the skin raw.
“Whoa, that looks painful.” Nikolai said as he jogged up to meet me.
“Damn, Nikolai. Those deduction skills of yours are impeccable. Ten points to Gryffindor.” I scowled at him.
Before Nikolai could retort, another voice joined our conversation.
“What the hell is going on?”
It was Rick.
“Great,” I muttered, “Here comes the fun police.”
Nikolai snickered quietly at my comment, but abruptly stopped when Rick caught up to us.
“I asked you two a question. I expect an answer.” Rick demanded.
“So, when did you become my long-lost mother?” I asked sarcastically.
“Just tell me what’s going on. I thought these dogs were trained.” Rick said.
I waved my injured hand around subconsciously at the dogs, “I did too, but apparently I was wrong.”
Rick’s eyes zeroed in on my hand and he turned to Nikolai, seething.
“What the fuck did you do?” Rick hissed at him, taking a threatening step forward.
In response, Nikolai puffed up his chest and rolled his shoulders back.
In that moment, I came to the obvious conclusion that guys are stupid and all they cared about was showing who had more testosterone.
“Okay, I think it’s time to go inside. Come on, Rick.” I said, stepping in between their bodies and trying to separate them.
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