Chapter Two
Less than two hours later, Leah and I were dressed and back at Charlie’s building. Before leaving, Nicoh had gotten his fill of scratches and snacks but was still miffed about being left behind. He demonstrated his irritation by positioning himself just within our line-of-sight as we exited, his backside facing us while he grumbled at some inanimate object in the opposite direction. Did I mention Alaskan Malamutes could also be moody and stubborn?
Not that I blamed him. If we could have opted-out of Charlie’s party, we would have. We were both extremely uncomfortable in our appropriate—and very white—party attire, though Leah managed to look classy in her short, fitted cocktail dress and heels. Tiny rhinestone barrettes kept her cropped locks in place and framed her face, giv
