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DAVE'S POV
Becca knelt to kiss her dog and i couldn't help feeling a little jealous of the lucky bastard. Oh! listen to me! jealous of a frikin dog!? Damn what's this woman doing to me!
"You know that's just slightly weird" Becca says says sarcastically. Dammit I said that out loud
"Yes, you did" Dammit I did it again!
Becca looks at me strangely
"Are you drunk or something?"
"Wha-" Becca interrupted me
"Cuz bear in mind that if you pass out I will not carry you and I'm pretty sure your pregnant sister is not doing it either"
Damn this girl never ceases to amaze me
"Has anyone ever told you that you have the imagination of a three year old?"
She shoots me a wry expression and goes back to cooing at her dog. hmm "I'm seriously going to murder that dog" i mutter under my breath.
"you will not touch Lucy, and if you do I really hope your future wife doesn't want kids"
what? oh!
"umm I was just joking!" my voice got squeeky at the end. I cleared my throat.
she laughed.
"so was I. But seriously don't touch her, she doesn't like people, well besides for me and my best friend." huh we'll see about that. I suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.
"Hey how about a bet?" Becca looked at me warily
"What is it?"
"Well if I can get your dog to like me....Then you'll go out with me Wednesday night"
Becca looked smug
"It's not gonna happen. Just accept it now before you get hurt. Lucy has been known to bite those who try to get close to her"
"Si Si! Leesen to tha laydee! Dios Mio! el perro es el diablo!" the man who'd brought Lucy up shouted frantically. He then started to ramble in rapid spanish about all the insanity Lucy had caused.
Oh my poor customers. I hope everyone is allright. Well onto the bet.
I walked over to the table and picked up the last of my omelet. I crouched down and called Lucy over.
"Here Lucy, come here girl" Lucy came running skidding slightly in her haste to get the food dangling from my fingers.
"Good girl! who's a good girl? You are! yes you are pretty girl!" I had her eating out of the palm of my hand at this point. litterally.
Becca looked over at us in dismay.
"Hey you cheated! Food is her weakness"
"well we never did make any rules"
Becca sighed in defeat and I pumped my fist in victory. Becca looked at her watch and gasped
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Romanceshe's running, but she can't remember why. Becca Price has been running for the last 3 years but has no recollection of what happened before that night. The last thing she remembers is the feel of the cold hard metal of a gun pressing into her templ...
