But after all he’d put Tim Traynor-aka-Weston through, if he didn’t finish the job now, he really would be an utter bastard. He tried refusing to cooperate on the bath thing, but that wasn’t as easy as it sounded.“Please, buddy? Your coat is all muddy, and that can’t feel good. A nice bath will make you feel so much better.” The soothing-pleading words were accompanied by big, soulful eyes and those ever-present tender strokes of his fur. Lance heaved a sigh. Something about Tim made Lance want to please him. Probably he just felt sorry for the guy. And guilt. Yes, it was definitely guilt.What did you expect? You’re pretending to be a dog, so you have to be a dog. Get over it.In truth, Lance was disgustingly filthy, thanks to Tim pushing him down in the cold mud. But he’d never bathed in dog form, much less let a human bathe him. That was just… humiliating. What he wanted was to shift back into his human form and have a nice, long, hot shower. But that wasn’t going to happen if he was going to stick around till Tim fell asleep.Somehow, Lance found himself being led, limping on his pink leg, into the bathroom.
