Chapter 16

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The Irish setter was big even for his breed, and covered in silky, golden-red fur. He was also insanely well-behaved. He sniffed at my hand as we were introduced, then just sat there, letting me pet his head while Vincent poured out a measure of food. The dog didn’t jump or bark, he just waited patiently. When Vincent was done, he gave the command, and the dog ran to his food bowl.

I stood from where I had been kneeling on the floor, grinning from ear to ear. “Valentine? Really Vincent, you named him Valentine?”

Vincent’s grin was devilish. I couldn’t help but kiss it.

“Don’t get too comfortable,” Vincent chastised as I kicked off my shoes and crossed to the sofa in the living area. “We’ll have to take him for a walk in a little bit.”

I blinked. “You want me to come with you?”

Vincent cocked his head to the side as he studied me. “Of course.”

I leaned forward and braced my forearms on my knees. “And if the paparazzi catch us? The pictures will be plastered everywhere.”