After Zinnia turned him down, Landon seemed to have expected it. Though he was clearly disappointed, he didn’t press the matter.
He drove Zinnia and the others back to her apartment complex. The place she rented was in an upscale neighborhood, with security that actually did its job.
As soon as Chandler’s car pulled up to the front gate, a young security guard stepped out and signaled for them to stop.
“Sorry, outside vehicles aren’t allowed past this point.”
He approached the sleek, expensive Maybach with a respectful tone, clearly aware that the car’s owner must be someone important, but unwilling to bend the rules.
Chandler didn’t make a fuss. Instead, he glanced at Landon in the backseat, who was clutching Dapper in his arms, and said—perhaps a little pointedly, “Well, looks like the car can’t go in. Why don’t you just carry Dapper inside?”
Surprisingly, Landon complied without protest. He simply murmured “Alright,” then carefully stepped out, cradling Dapper close.
Dapper, barely a month old, had been through quite an ordeal that night and was still a little shaken. Maybe Landon’s arms felt safe, because the puppy had dozed off on the ride home, nuzzled against Landon’s chest.
His fur was still half-wet, carrying a faint stink of dirty water that had seeped into Landon’s coat and the wool vest underneath.
When Landon got out, the lingering stench of the sewers drifted toward the young security guard, who looked at Landon with a mixture of curiosity and confusion. He pressed his lips together, hesitant to say anything.
This guy looked sharp and put together—so why did he smell like he’d just crawled out of a drain?
The guard’s gaze dropped to Landon’s pant legs, still damp and stained up to the calves. Oh. He really had fallen into a nasty puddle.
The guard pressed his lips even more tightly together, silently taking two small steps back.
“If you’ll all come with me, I’ll just need to register your names.”
Since Zinnia lived there, she filled out the sign-in form, and only then did the guard let them through.
Chandler found a parking spot, hopped out, and hurried to catch up with the group—though he’d never admit he just wanted an excuse to stick close to his wife.


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