An excerpt from Ryder on the Storm:
“Guys, there are three boxes left in the apartment, since I have handled the last several loads while you two stood here bickering I am going to call it a day. I am taking Pac Man and heading over to the manor. You don’t have to lock up but please don’t take too much longer, alright? I promised the landlord I’d be out by dark.” Storm dropped the box on the ground next to the others and slipped into her Beetle where Pac Man waited. He was already drooling, his tongue hanging out to one side and his little eyes flickering beneath their lids. She’d found the pit bull at a humane society in Alabama. They had tried to talk her out of it because he’d been abused and was scheduled to be put down due to his ferocity. Apparently nobody could get close to him. Still, Storm had a vision about the dog saving her and checked animal shelters in every place she lived. It took eight months but she knew him the moment she saw him. When she approached his cage, Pac Man stopped growling and started to whimper. As long as Storm stayed with him, Pac Man allowed the staff to check him over and administer shots. They released him to her care with just a little magical coercion. So, Pac Man stayed with her.
Storm cranked the air conditioning and that spurred him to sit up and sniff at the vent. He finally noticed her presence. “How do you intend to save me if you don’t even know when I am around?” She reached over and rubbed his head. “Let’s go home buddy.”
Dan and Shane were still arguing as she pulled away. She decided to curse them if they didn’t make it to the manor by dark. That seemed fair. Thankfully she packed her toiletries and other necessities in the Beetle. A cold shower sounded perfect. Bangs stuck to her forehead, tank top clinging to her back and wait, she could actually smell herself. Wonderful, surely Dan and Shane will find this attractive. Maybe it is best they take a little longer. I will never hear the end of it if they smell me like this.