Not a warning woof. Not a distracted noise.
A real bark.
He lunged again, and Nora lost the leash.
« Mom? »
« Stay right there, » I said.
Scout tore across the parking lot. The man stepped back fast and went around the side of the school like he wanted to avoid a scene. I ran after both of them in heels I regretted immediately.
By the time I reached the back of the building, Scout had the man cornered against a brick wall, barking like his career depended on it.
The man had both hands up.
« Hey. Hey. I’m not touching him. »
I grabbed Scout’s leash and pulled him back.
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