Luca just laughed harder, but at my movement closer to my son, Brutus stepped between me and him, taking on a defensive stance and letting out a low growl.
“Ruhig,” Arden clipped. “Komm.”
In an instant, the dog eased and trotted over to Arden. He
plunked his big, furry butt down, and Arden scratched his head. “Sorry. He’s become partial to Luca.”
“What was that?” I asked, staring at Brutus.
Arden’s hand slid down to Brutus’s chest. “He’s a trained guard dog. Personal protection. He’s bonded to me, but those instincts take over with Luca because he loves him