Mac

Chapter 13: Mac

I slicked my hands through my hair and gave myself a thorough once-over in the bathroom mirror. I was often told how ethereal and innocent I looked. I figured it was the extra pale skin covered in freckles and the fiery hair. Not to mention, my green eyes could look guileless as all get out when I wanted them to, and I was on the short side. It was all misleading. I was as far from innocent as any man could be. But I liked that the way I looked often led to others underestimating me and taking me lightly.

Most people didn't approach dogs who showed their teeth and raised their hackles. But they had no problem trying to pet and cuddle pooches that were small and cute. It always amused me when those clueless types ended up shocked at just how vicious those little dogs could be.