Chapter 6
He felt like a shmuck for lying, especially since it involved Atlas and he knew how much Tibbit cared for the dog. However, after quite a bit of tossing and turning—rather unusual since he tended to sleep like, well, the dead—he failed to find any other way that might bring Tibbit running. It stung, the glare that Tibbit threw in his direction. At least he picked up on the trace of hope or some similar emotion lingering in his eyes. As long as that spark remained Seamus figured he stood a chance.
The call he made was more about Tibbit than Atlas anyway.
“I’d like to leave,” requested Tibbit, shifting his weight from foot to foot.
“I think you owe me the right to speak my mind, Tibbit,” he tried to keep his voice even. “After last night…”
Tibbit crossed his arms over his ches
