“Surprise,” Marissa chimed, dropping her hands to her knees. “Whew, the little guy has spirit.”
“Spirit?”
Marissa glanced between the two—well, three—of us and grimaced. “Guess he didn’t ask you?”
I met Blake’s sheepish gaze and shook my head slowly. “No, he didn’t ask me.”
“Happy Valentine’s, Penny,” he said, an apology I couldn’t deny glittering in his eyes.
And the truth set in.
I wasn’t getting a Valentine’s Proposal.
I was getting a Valentine’s puppy.