Golden (Book 1 of the Golden Series)

Chapter 22

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CHAPTER 22

"It's in here," I grumble, thinking of ways in which I can tell off Mrs Grenway without offending her. I'd never want to genuinely insult her.

Trent chuckles and I don't have to turn around to know he is only a step behind me, it's like my body has a radar for him.

"She seems funny," he laughs and my back tingles at the sound of it, "How long have you known her?"

I smile fondly and enter the room, resuming my seat on the couch and I motion for him to take the one across from it.

"My whole life," I answer, "She and her husband Ernie were friends with my grandmother."

The smile on Trent's lips falters a little and I curse at saying that, I had told him about my grandmother last night but I'd only just remembered now. It wasn't something I usually shared with people because I hated the pitying stares that they gave after finding out, much like Trent was now.

By the look on his face, I can tell that he is about to ask me something and I almost cry in relief when Obi comes bounding into the living room, his legs running straight at me as he crashes into the side of me and perches himself on my lap, his usual greeting being repeated.

"This is Obi," I introduce to Trent, attempting to move my head out of the way of his tongue but it just makes him snuggle into the side of my neck instead, "He thinks he's still a puppy even though he weighs about fifty kilos and is an old man."

"He likes you," Trent comments and as he does Obi stops his movements and gets down from me, his body shaking with growls as he turns to look at Trent, backing up defensively in front of me. Trent looks at him with a bored expression, rolling his eyes, "Me, not so much apparently."

I sit gobsmacked at Obi as I prod his side with a finger, "Obi!" I scold, trying to grab his attention through his growls, "Obi, no! Trent is a friend, be nice." I stroke his head, trying to calm him down but all it makes him do is press himself into me more. "I'm really sorry Trent, he isn't usually like this."

What was wrong with him? He never growled.

Trent shrugs and slides off the sofa, getting down to his knees in front of the growling dog and my heart thumps a little in fear.

I trusted Obi, he was the sweetest dog I'd ever known but he'd never acted like this before and I'm terrified that he is going to hurt Trent.

"I'm a big guy and I'm a stranger in his house, he just needs to trust me," Trent explains as if he knows dogs inside and out and I hesitate to let go of Obi who is tugging against me in an attempt to get closer to Trent, "Let him go, trust me I'll be okay."

Cautiously, I let go of the material around his neck, my breath stopping as I wait for the dog to attack him, images of blood and terror circling my mind.

But that doesn't happen.

Instead, I watch as the old dog shuffles towards Trent, who is kneeling with his head down slightly, the growls still echoing around us until he reaches his face and stops, silence filling the room.

Trent lifts his head carefully and stares at Obi as if the two of them are having a competition and my palms begin to sweat at the tension filling the room.