He mistook her uncertainty with post traumatic stress. People always felt odd after being robbed, unsure of themselves, scared. Jack smiled and rubbed her back gently. “It’ll be yours soon. Now, come on. I’ll order the pizza. You keep an eye on Stella and Roxy for me, okay?” he asked, reaching for the phone she set down.
“What kind of pizza do you like?”
“Hawaiian,” she replied softly, calling the two dogs over to her. Stella trotted after her as best she could, while Roxy bound into her arms, completely attacking her with her tongue and Katelynn couldn’t help but giggle, trying to hold Roxy at bay.
“W-What about you..?”
“I’m a meat lover.” Jack said with a grin as he pressed the number. “How about garlic bread, do you want some as well?” he asked, pressing the phone to his ear as he watched the two dogs fawn over Katelynn.
Jack Maple 