“Oh.” My mother laughed. She waved her hand. “I think all parents want their kids to have high standards for the one they mate with. Don’t you Alpha Vince.” My mom wrapped her arm around me. “As parents, we just want the absolute best for our pups.” She looked over at Brandon. “Take your son, for example. You want him to mate with the best female he can find, don’t you?”
Vince seemed to settle, and he nodded. “Yes. Yes, I do.” Vince stared at me but I turned to Carl.
“Sorry Carl, I wanted to help, but I do not know how to check someone out.” I smiled and waved my hands over the register.
“I told you to lock up.” Carl walked over and sniffed. “Did you drop a descenting spray bottle?” He pointed to the mop bucket next to the counter.
“Yeah. I’m sorry. I wasn’t paying attention and bumpe
