Fear of Getting Burned (Eternal Flame Book 1) by Peter Styles

Author:Peter Styles [Styles, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-07-03T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Six

I found out that our lessons were to begin bright and early the next day. Unfortunately, instead of texting me to relay that message, I got a phone call from Diaz at five thirty in the morning. He sounded positively murderous. “Hey, that douchebag dog trainer is here. He just knocked on my door and said the two of you have a class today.”

I rubbed the sleep from my eyes. “Ah, shit. Sorry, man. I didn’t realize he was planning on starting already.”

“So you okayed this?!” he hissed. “This dude is at my house! You told a complete stranger where I live!”

“He’s not really a stranger,” I argued.

“Why not? Because he told you his name? You sound like the world’s most kidnappable idiot right now.”

“Just relax. He seems to be totally on the up and up, okay? It’s not a big deal. Just hang out with him until I get there.”

“Fucking hurry up,” Diaz snapped. “Did you forget he’s currently suspected of arson?”

“Yeah, but he burned down his house. I don’t think he’d burn down someone else’s.”

“Is this because he’s hot?” Diaz demanded. When I stayed silent, he added, “I’m going to fucking castrate you, I swear.”

“Didn’t you hear? That doesn’t always work.”

“Too bad. Guess I’ll have to murder you instead.”

I yawned. “Yup. Guess so.”

“Fuck you. Get over here. Now.” He hung up.

I rolled out of bed and made it to Diaz’s in record time. As much as I enjoyed messing with him over the phone, I really didn’t want to push him. He was already doing me a really big favor, and the last thing I wanted to do was make him regret that decision. I was surprised when Rick answered the door. “Where’s Diaz?” I asked.

“Ah. He went back to bed. Apparently, he’s not much of a morning person.”

I considered telling Rick that we got up earlier than five thirty at work, but it seemed like a pointless argument to start. As long as Diaz wasn’t going to be beating the hell out of me, I was happy.

Pongo came thundering at me and jumped. If I hadn’t closed the door behind me, I would have ended up flat on my ass on the porch. As it was, she completely knocked the wind out of me, and she continued to scrabble at my hips and stomach, trying to reach my face so she could lick it. I laughed at first, but one look at Rick’s face proved this was a bad idea. “Does she do this every time?” he asked me, frowning.

“Kind of. Sometimes she just runs around me in circles, sometimes she does the full body tackle. I guess it depends on her mood.”

Rick nodded curtly. “Right. The jumping is a very unfortunate Dalmatian trait. We’ll have to train that out of her right away.”

I frowned. “Aw. Do we have to?” I asked. I may not have enjoyed getting bowled over, but there was something really charming to me about Pongo’s enthusiasm over seeing me. “Are you

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