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My nose and lips drift across her skin. “Better late than never?”
“Even you can do better than that,” she quips.
“I plan on it.” Conviction settles in my marrow, a part of me at the core. “I’ll do whatever it takes. Leave me out in the cold and I’ll build a shelter until your heart warms up to me again.”
Harper sighs, the fight deflating from her posture. “You’re quite swoony.”
“Never been accused of that before.” I scrub over the scruff along my jaw. “But I suppose it makes sense.”
“Why’s that?”
“Been saving it all for you.” I squeeze her hand.
“Oh, boy.” She releases me to fan her eyes. “I need something strong to wash that down with.”
“Guess we came to the right spot.”
“Yeah, yeah. They have an impressive selection. You did well.” Harper scans the list of mixed drinks, tapping each option with her finger. “I’ll try this one.”
“Sex with a Bartender?” My stiff tone borders on a growl.
“Delicious.” She smacks her lips.
“Yeah, for me. Especially if it’s a twirling bartender. That won’t pleasure your acquired tastes, though.” I whip the menu from under her nail. “This one is more to your liking.”
“Grease Monkey?”
“I’ll toss in a free lube job.”
She chokes on nothing but air. “What has gotten—”
“I’m backkkkkk,” Sydney yells before reaching her seat.
Harper and I startle in unison at the interruption. My gaze whips to Syd. Amusement quickly replaces the shock. “Did you clean out the entire kiddie corner, Boop?”
“Huh?”
“How long were you over there?” I check my watch.
“Like seventeen hours.” She plops onto her chair with an exaggerated sigh. “I was super busy. There’s lotsa crafts to do.”
“I can see that.”
It looks like she just returned from a birthday party. Stickers cover her shirt, she’s clutching a completed coloring sheet, and there’s a macaroni creation dangling around her neck. The sight isn’t surprising. There’s a large sectioned-off area dedicated to children’s entertainment.
Her joy grants this place my approval and allows me to forgive the ostentatious atmosphere. As an added bonus, the owners have two kids near Syd’s age. They become the best of friends whenever we stop in.
“Can I see Glitzy?” Sydney wiggles her fingers for my phone.
I grunt while waking the screen. If somebody told me I’d have a Pomeranian who frequents a doggie daycare called Pampered Pooch, well… I’d call that person a liar. Yet here I sit, opening the app with a live stream that allows owners to watch their pets play.
Syd squeals once the video lands on her beloved companion. “Glitzy is soooooo cute.”
“Sure is,” I mumble.
Harper rolls her lips together to smother a laugh. “You’re wrapped around her tiny pinky.”
“Well aware, thanks for noticing.”
