“Are you kidding?” she exclaimed. “Did you not see how happy everyone was after the bitchy besties left? They’re awful and they’re always like that. Self-entitled and rude. No one is sad that they’re gone.”
“But you won’t get into trouble with your boss, will you?” Millie asked.
“Don’t worry aboutDavy,” she said with a sneer. “This job is just temporary anyway.”
Until she found a way to stop the puppy yoga. All right, so it was cute and fun. But she didn’t trust David and some of those puppies looked sad and young.
“Are you sure?” Millie asked. “I could get Spike to come talk to him if there’s a problem.”
Livvy gave Millie a slightly alarmed look. “Not sure bringing in Spike is a good idea.”
“Why not?” Millie asked.
“Um, he’s not exactly diplomatic,” Livvy told her.
“Of course he is!” Millie defended the mystery Spike. “He knows what he wants and he makes it happen.”
“Right, however he needs to. He’s a bit like Sav,” Livvy explained to Maya. “Except even quieter. He’s very, um, well . . .”
“Bossy?” Maya guessed from what she knew of Sav. She’d only met him a few times, but he’d made an impression. “Alpha? Possessive? Protective?”
“Yes,” Millie said.
Yes?
“He’s all of those things,” Millie added.
“Right. Which is probably why we should leave Spike out of this if we can,” Livvy told her.
Millie shrugged. “Sure, if you say so. But let me know if you get into trouble, okay?”
“Sure,” Maya lied.
“Got time for a coffee?” Livvy asked.
“Absolutely. I don’t have another class until after lunch. Just let me get my stuff and I’ll meet you outside.”
She rushed into the staff room and grabbed her handbag out of her locker. As she turned, she held back a cry as she saw David standing just behind her.
“David! What the hell are you doing?” she asked.
“They could sue, you know. They could ruin this place.”
“Why would they sue?” she asked. “Because you accidentally stood on Jenni’s hand?”
“Yes.”
“Well, aren’t you insured for that sort of thing?” she asked.
“It could ruin me,” he said again. “And it’s all your fault.”
“I don’t see how,” she said, throwing her shoulders back. “I didn’t do anything.”
“You let your friend bring in her dog.”
“First of all, I’ve never met Millie before today. Second, of course I would have let her bring in her dog, he’s a service dog. Third, those three witches are the ones in the wrong, not me and not Millie or Mr. Fluffy.”
He just stared at her strangely. What was his problem?
