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“Me either. Merry Christmas, my sweet love, the soon-to-be published author.”
“Merry Christmas, best husband ever.”
Nolan enteredthe barn through the mudroom, bringing Dexter and his massive dog/moose bed with him. He tossed the bed on the floor and pointed to it. “Go to bed. Right now, or I’ll make a stew out of you.”
“No, you will not! Don’t say that to him!” Hannah joined them, wearing her favorite flannel Christmas pajamas, with her long, dark hair down around her shoulders. She went to Dexter, who nuzzled her while giving Nolan a “fuck you” look over Hannah’s shoulder.
Nolan had never imagined he’d be competing with a moose for his wife’s affection, but by now, he shouldn’t be surprised.
“Was someone making a ruckus because his family left him alone on Christmas?” Hannah asked as she hugged and kissed Dexter.
The neighbors had called to tell them something was wrong with Dex, which had sent Nolan out into the frigid darkness to retrieve their “family member,” as Hannah referred to him. As if it wasn’t enough to have more than forty humans and twenty dogs sleeping in the barn, now they had a moose, too.
“You felt left out, didn’t you, sweetie?” Hannah asked, cooing at him.
Dex was blissed out with love for her.
Nolan certainly understood that, not that he’d ever cop to having anything in common with that GD moose.
“Did Daddy bring your food and water bowls?”
“All his crap is in that bag,” Nolan said.
“His things are notcrap,” she said, with a glare for Nolan.
“I went and got him, Hannah. Now, can we please go to bed before our human animals wake up at the butt crack of dawn?”
“Let me get him settled first.” She sweet-talked Dexter until he was stretched out on his bed, receiving the sweet loving Nolan had hoped to get some of before Dex ruined his evening. This wasn’t the first time Dexter had cock-blocked him, and it most definitely wouldn’t be the last.
When Hannah was satisfied that Dex was settled in for the night, she followed Nolan out of the mudroom, closing the door to the kitchen. “I need to leave a note on the door that he’s in there, so he doesn’t scare anyone.”
After she’d done that, Nolan put his hands on her hips from behind and steered her upstairs to her childhood bedroom, where their kids, Callie and Colby, were asleep.
When he’d closed the door behind them, Hannah turned to him and put her arms around his neck. “My hero. Thank you for going after him.”
“You’re welcome.” He had much more he’d like to say about how that freaking moose would be the death of him, but he’d learned to keep his comments about Dexter to himself.
She tugged on a handful of his hair. “I’d better never hear you tell him you’re going to make stew out of him again, you got me?”
“I thought I was your hero?”
“You were until the stew threat.”
“I’m very sorry about that,” he said, even though he wasn’t one bit sorry.
“You need to tell him that.”
“I’ll take care of that first thing in the morning. Now, can we talk about something else besides that moose?”
She raised the brow that got his motor running every time she used it to get her way with him, which was daily. “You mean my baby Dexter?”
“Yes, him, the bull moose you’ve turned into the biggest lapdog in the history of lapdogs.”
“He’s one of the best things to ever happen to me in my entire life.”
“I know that, Hannah, which is why I left a warm bed on Christmas Eve to go get him for you. I deeply regret the stew comment. Now, can we please go to bed?”
“A, you do not regret the stew comment. And B, yes, we can.”
