Page 12 of Omega's Tempting Fate
I groaned and sprawled on the couch in an attempt to make myself more comfortable as I skimmed the bug reports.
Why did I decide to do this myself? Jordan always tried to remind me that this was why we hired other people. Maybe I should listen to him about it for once.
I glanced up at the clack of nails on the floor.
“Hey Tiny,” I said, scratching behind my Great Dane’s ears as he sat on the floor and set his head in my lap. “Did you have a good day?”
He huffed, brown eyes shifting between my face and the space between my legs on the couch.
I chuckled. “I don’t think you’ll fit buddy.”
He gave me the long dog sigh that roughly translated to, “That’s what you think,” and shimmied up onto the couch anyway, eventually settling himself across one leg, under the other and with his top half draped across my stomach.
“You’re not exactly a lap dog, you know,” I scolded, even as I started scratching behind his ears again.
He barked once to let me know that I was wrong, then closed his eyes to make it clear that the matter was settled.
I smiled as I continued to pet his head. Tiny was something else that Jordan had been right about. He’d decided one day that I needed a dog, and had nagged me about it until I finally relented and told him to recommend a few breeders.
Instead he’d dragged me down to the animal shelter, chastising me about looking for a breeder when I just needed a dog.
Tiny had been the runt in a seized litter, and as soon as I laid eyes on the brindle coat puppy I knew that he was the dog for me.
Of course I didn’t realize at the time exactly how big my dog would grow, much to Jordan’s amusement. I hadn’t had a dog growing up and thought a large dog was only slightly larger than the poodles that had been the favored breed of other families in my childhood neighborhood. Still, even if he had grown into a giant, I wouldn’t trade my goofy dog for anything.
I set the bug reports aside so that I could use both hands to scratch behind Tiny’s ears, something that always made his tail thump.
I smiled. Life was easy for him. He had a cushion in every room, a walker who showed up twice daily to take him out, usually another walk with me in the evening, and all the toys he could want. He didn’t have to worry about work, or people asking when he was going to settle down with a nice omega. He just had to decide which patch of sun to nap in.
It seemed an ideal life, and made me think that I should listen to Jordan again, and at least take a vacation. Maybe I’d go to Harris Cove after all, and take Tiny with me for a beach trip.
