Chapter 19: Fetch, Doggy
Charles joined Chloe on the veranda, aware that Malia was probably watching him through the glass, which troubled him more than he wanted to admit.
“Close the door,” Chloe said without turning; she knew who was behind her.
Charles closed it and joined her, looking out over the balcony. For a moment, they both stood there, saying nothing.
“Ms. Monet, I’m Charles—
“I know,” she said and squeezed his arm. “You’re not bad. You’re the best they could find?”
“The very best,” Charles said.
“You’re Aeonian stinks.”
“I’m still learning.”
She started walking away, her hips swaying. He followed.
“I’m not going to teach you to speak properly,” Chloe said. “I don’t do work. I don’t give. I receive.”