Chapter 29

Then the sound cut off and Emerson’s arms snaked around Sean’s body, holding close. His disgruntled annoyance vanished instantly. What an amazing way to wake in the morning.

All of a sudden, Emerson shifted and was on top of him. Sean’s heartbeat quickened, and he eagerly waited for the kiss he knew was coming.

Hot, doggy breath wafted to his nose, followed by a rapid succession of licks.

“Ninotchka,” he said in understanding. He raised his hands and gently pushed her away from his face, but pet her soft, furry back.

“Pip doesn’t sleep in your bed?” Emerson asked, voice still laced with the dregs of sleepiness. His face loomed closer, then nuzzled into the space where Sean’s shoulder met his neck.

With Ninotchka settled on his left and Emerson on his right, Sean sighed with happiness. This was perfect. “No, he has his own bed. We’ll occasionally nap on the couch together.”

“Sorry. Ninotchka is used to this.”