❝Been thinkin’ of gettin’ a guard dog.❞
❝So he could bite the shit outta my ex.❞

“Honey, may I suggest gettin’ yourself a shotgun? Best investment I ever made.” Visage gestured matter of factually, single slender digit twisting around short blonde locks. A warm smile indicative of jest curled corners of southern belle’s lips. “I ain’t much one for pryin’, but might I ask what your ex did t'you?”
Frowning with indifference, blonde brows arched. “Guess so,” she replied, confusion etching her facial features, “but...
