"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

Letting me go, eyebrow cocking, Isaac dumped his duffle bag on the couch to the side of him and popped a squat. The dog froze. His hackles had risen, but he suddenly seemed unsure. He eventually whimpered and scampered to between my legs.

/"That your mutt?/" Isaac asked, keeping his position as he held his palm out towards my Milo, making soft beckoning noises with his mouth.

/"He's not a mutt,/" I whined, jumping to his defence, but my words trailed off as I met Blake's gaze, who stood behind my brother. He looked just as perfect as he always did: messy, windswept hair framed his eyes and the smile he flashed me was sweet sin and black velvet compiled. It made me feel as though I was losing focus. It made me want to run to his arms and cuddle into his neck the way I had become so accustomed to over the last few weeks. But . . . Isaac being home changed everything. /"His name is Milo and he's a super nicey boy, so stop scaring my puppy, you meanie./"

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