Clara didn’t relent. “I don’t care how much longer there is,” she snapped, her voice louder now. “I shouldn’t have to sit next to a dog at all. And not one that is intruding on my space!” Her anxiety laced her words with an unbearable shrill pitch.
Liam bent down and patted Atlas on his head. As far as he was concerned, it was clear that the only one creating a ruckus was the woman. He had half a mind to talk back to her rudely. But he knew that would only make her more defensive.