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“How was the shoot?”
“Good.” His question distracts me from the feeling of his lips against my skin. I pull away. “I have something to show you.”
“Oh, really?” He raises one brow.
“Yeah. Follow me.” I start toward the living room, then remember the water. I spin back around to grab the bowl. Crew eyes it but doesn’t say anything as we walk down the hallway.
We enter the living room. Theemptyliving room.
“Shit. Where did he go?”
“Where didwhogo?”
“I, uh.” I set down the bowl of water and look at him. “I sort of got a dog today?”
Crew looks shocked. “Youwhat?”
“I was at the shoot—in the park—and there was this woman with all these dogs. And there was this one. He’s super sweet and really mellow, and they were going tokillhim, Crew. So, I—I went there after the shoot and I adopted him.” I pause, assessing his expression. “Are you mad?”
“I, ah, whereisit?”
Nothing is out of place, and no dog is in sight from my position in the living room. “I don’t know. I left him on the rug.”
“And you thought he would just stay in one spot? It’s not a stuffed animal, Scarlett. It’s a real one.”
“I know that,” I snap. “You’re getting awfully judgmental about a dog you’ve never even met.”
He smiles. “Okay. I’ll look upstairs. You take downstairs.”
I sigh. “Fine. He’s tiny. Like a golden fluff ball.”
“I know what a dog looks like.”
Rolling my eyes is very tempting, but I refrain. “And his name is Goldie.”
“Goldie?”
“What’s wrong with Goldie?”
“We’re changing his name,” Crew says.
“Let’sfind himfirst, okay?”
Crew doesn’t reply before he heads for the stairs. I smile when I hear him call “Goldie” upstairs.
I look under the couch and behind the armchair in the corner of the living room. The kitchen doesn’t have any hiding spots. I head into the study next, crawling on my hands and knees to look under all the furniture in there. I’m walking toward the dining room when I hear “I found him!”
When I reach the top of the stairs, Crew is sitting on the runner that traverses the length of the hallway. Goldie is between his legs. His little paws peddle through the air as Crew scratches his belly.
Once I’m a couple of feet away, I sink down to my knees.
“He’s cute,” Crew comments.
“I know.”
“You wanted a dog?”
“A cat, when I was younger. My mom said no. I don’t know anyone with a dog. Anything about dogs.” I wrinkle my nose. “It was stupid. Impulsive. I wasn’t really thinking.”
