Kyle had gone to his room, and Ritt had slammed out the screen door that led to the back. That left Shelby alone in the bedroom, flipping back and forth, trying to get comfortable and trying to forget the sizzle of Ritt’s lips on her skin. She turned over once again, biting back a growl of frustration. She was pretty sure that Kyle was already fast asleep, but she didn’t want to disturb him just in case. Clyde gave a small woof and jumped down from the bed, his solid weight hitting the floor with a thunk. He scratched at the door, then turned to gaze at her with his sad eyes. Shelby pushed back the covers and padded over to Clyde. “You wanna go outside?” She followed him out of the bedroom. He looked back every few feet to make sure she still followed. He made his way to the back door, tags jingling and toenails clicking against the wood floor. He stopped at the screen door and sat back on his haunches. He whined, raised one paw and threw back his head as if to bray out his frustrations.
