“Guess it’s almost time,” Daniel said, poking his head in, grin already in place. Rex didn’t react at first. Then Daniel stepped closer. Rex’s head lifted slowly. His nostrils flared. He leaned forward just enough to catch the scent—and froze. A low growl rolled from his chest. Controlled. Deliberate. Not fear. Not nerves.
Daniel stopped mid-step. The grin slipped, something sharp crossing his face before he forced a laugh. “Uh. Easy there, buddy.” His eyes flicked to the leash. “Didn’t realize Rex was going to be here today.” Lucy’s grip tightened.