Booker's Mate (Gay Werewolf Romance)

Chapter 2

Note to Reader: Tried to get this one up quickly because the last one was so short :).

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Saif

"Ma'am, I cannot fine someone for that," I repeated patiently.

But man, were my edges fraying.

"He just sits and watches Pookie through the gap in the fence! He's a predator, just waiting for his chance to defile my poor puppy!"

I looked over at the obviously senior dog, her fluffy white fur caught up in too many pink bows to count.

She had a look of long suffering on her resigned face.

I should fine Mabel Holt for torturing her own pet. It had to be a crime to make a dog look that ridiculous.

"Has the dog ever attacked?" I asked again.

"Well...no. But I know he's just waiting for his chance!"

I sighed.

"I'll tell you what, ma'am. I'll have a talk with your neighbors. That's about all I can legally do. If you don't like the way their dog stares at yours, I would suggest either closing the gap in the fence or keeping your dog inside when you can."

She drew herself up to her diminutive five feet height and somehow managed to stare down her nose at me, her short white hair curled into a halo that oddly matched her dog.

It was downright impressive, actually.

"I see. I was hoping for a more proactive response, but I can see that I won't be getting one from you. I'll be sure to let Sheriff Booker know about this."

I nodded as I stood.

"You're free to lodge a complaint with the department, ma'am," I said sincerely. I'd take all the complaints just so I could get the hell out of there. "Have a good day."

She walked me to the door in icy silence. I was sure it was supposed to tweak my guilty conscience.

I just enjoyed the break in the high pitched complaining.

The door shut behind me decisively.

I took a moment to take a deep breath.

Then I walked through the neighbor's yard and up to their front door.

I knocked and waited.

"Just a minute!" came a harried voice through the shut door.

Two minutes later, the door swung open to reveal a brunette woman in her thirties. Her shirt gave me pause as I saw the red soaked condition of it, but then I noticed the baby on her hip had some spaghetti in his blond hair.

Tomato sauce.

"I'm really sorry to bother you ma'am, but your neighbor Mrs.Holt-"

"What's her problem now? We get up too early? She doesn't like that we have two kids and wants us to move? Our car's color clashes with her car color and she wants us to park it farther away?"

Sounded like she had some experience with her neighbor.

"Well, no ma'am. It's your dog."

She huffed out a breath, rolling her eyes. She opened her mouth for what I was sure was going to be another string of complaints I was going to have to listen to when there was a loud crash from somewhere inside the house.

"Trey!" she barked into the house behind her. "Here, hold Ray for a bit, will you?"

Before I could respond, she almost launched the baby at me and ran back into the house.