Chapter Seven
Stan was squatting over Brandy when he felt Jodie come up behind him. Midmorning, so she must have finally gotten some sleep. He’d already run all of the other dogs through the obstacle course for a couple of hours. She’d stopped behind him and didn’t come any closer.
“What? No knife in the back?”
At the continued silence, he turned to look up at her. She was biting her lower lip.
“You’ve got something stuck in your craw. Any chance of you spitting it out?”
She shook her head, then offered him a half smile of chagrin. Even that partial change was transformative. The SEAL-fit woman, who was somewhat off on her conditioning, had shifted aside. In her place stood a lovely woman with a sharp intelligence and a sense of the ridiculous. “If I do, will you be throwing it back i
