Chapter 28

“My mom raises American Bobtails. That’s Valentine Michael Smith.”

“Okay.” Strange name for a cat, not that he’d say anything.

The picture on the next page made him smile. It was of a yellow Lab leaning against a boy of about seven or eight, whose facial features made it clear he and this girl were related.

“That’s my little brother and Def.”

“Def?”

“Dog Four.”

“Ah.”

Noah turned another page, and Marti peeked over his shoulder. “I did this one from memory. That’s my brother and his husband at their wedding. It wasn’t legal in 2003, so they did it again the next year when it was.”

The two men, were dressed in tuxedoes. Their arms were elegantly placed, and they were dancing a tango, if the positions were anything to go by.

Noah raised his gaze to meet Marti’s once again. “I’d love to model for you.”

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