(Leigh’s POV)
“Where is Callie’s crate?” Alfie asked when we entered the office.
“I brought a car,” I lied, still holding the puppy in my arms, but Alfie stood up from the coffee table to take Callie from me when I started to sniffle. He knew I was lying because I hate driving, and I looked like a vampire trying to avoid the sunlight. I didn’t take off my sunglasses, and I was wearing a blazer on a hot day.
“Are you okay?” Elle asked, coming out of the stock room.
“Yes,” I answered with less enthusiasm, walking to our small private.
“Yes, she’s not okay,” I heard Alfie say, following me into the office. “Stay there, Callie. I don’t want you popping all my balloon decor,” he said, letting Callie run to the floor. When I heard the door close, I took off my sunglasses and my blazer, but
