Chapter 67

Oh yeah, he was starving, all right. For this

Who knew how long they’d stay like that, lips locked, bodies intertwined? Hours, perhaps, or until the spaghetti sauce boiled over enough to hiss on the stove’s burners. Fortunately, they were interrupted well before then by a large, golden mutt who, realizing Vic was home from work, came bounding around the corner and down the hall to plow right into them.

Matt pulled away from Vic and sank to his knees in front of Sadie. “Who’s a good girl?” he cooed, scratching behind both her ears. She ate it up, wagging her tail so hard, her hindquarters seemed to wag, too. “You’s a good girl, isn’t she? Isn’t she?”

The singsong baby talk always made Vic roll his eyes. He patted the dog on the top of her head, a less ostentatious show of affection that still earned him a wet nose in his palm and a lick along the back of his hand. Sternly, he asked, “She wasn’t sleeping on our bed, was she?”