“Aren’t dogs just the greatest to have around?” Chance asked Luna again for the third time that hour.
She gritted her teeth and flexed her fist as she tried to ignore him.
It seemed like the eerie calm she had felt around him the night before was gone. Chance didn’t act strange again, like last night had never happened.
“I hate dogs,” Luna replied, whipping around to look at him. “You know I’m scared of them. I don’t want one around me.”
“But aren’t you pro-life for everything?”
“Everything but you,” Luna snapped.
Chance looked back at her like he didn’t believe she could still manage to be mad at him after last night. “You’re such a lady.”
Luna snorted as her anger flooded back. “Yeah, I should hope so.”
“Dogs are great hunters, did you know that? Did I tell you my dog helped me hunt?”
“Yes,” she replied, her jaw clenched. “You’ve told me that over and over again.” She was surprised he hadn’t bragged about the bird he killed as well.
“Just thought you should know,” Chance said. “It’s so interesting.”
“To you it is.” Luna rolled her eyes and looked away from the annoying kid. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a slight smirk appear on his face.