CHAPTER THREE
Caleb was trapped by the patio furniture and by his grandmother. This was not how he’d expected the meeting to go. He was outnumbered and had no reinforcements. Time to stop her before he ended up manufacturing her dog products.
His narrowed gaze would have told her he knew what she was doing, except she was more interested in the tail-wagging, paw-prancing dogs at her feet. No problem, he was an expert at handling Grams. Her so-called consultant was another matter.
Becca seemed pleased by his predicament. She sat with her shoulders squared and her lips pursed as if she were looking for a fight. Not exactly the behavior he would have expected from a professional, even a dog one.
He would bet Becca was the one who talked Grams into making the dog line. Nothing else would e
