“Don’t think you can fool me. Boys are gross, and you can bet I’m going to give it a white glove inspection before I sleep in that room.”
His boyish dimples popped out, melting me on the spot. God, I really hated how easily he wrapped me around his finger. “You got it, sis. You’ll be completely satisfied.”
I had a terrible feeling I wouldn’t be as happy as he thought, but I kept that to myself to avoid any further confrontation. Our latest was still doing a number on me, and for now, I just wanted us to get along.
Even if Cuddlebug made me want to gag.
“She said yes!” Sawyer shouted as he ran across the living room to Scarlet.
“Boo Bear, that’s so great!”
Scarlet practically jumped into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist as she sucked his face. When things turned heated, I darted for my purse and got the hell out of there before they could start screwing on the kitchen table in front of me. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be able to eat in there without worrying how many disgusting bodily fluids were on the table right underneath our plates.
Rushing out the door, I was nearly bowled over by Milo as he ran up to me, jumping into my arms.
“Oh, hey there, buddy!” Barely able to hold the dog, I set him down and gave him lots of love and rubs before glancing at JR’s house. “Where’s JR this morning? Is he taking care of you?”
His truck wasn’t in the driveway, and the dish was empty, but the only way to get any food was to go back inside, and after what I just witnessed, there was no way I was entering the premises.
“You know what? I’ll get you some food and be back soon, okay?”
Giving him another rub, I turned for my car, but by the time I got there, Milo was right beside me.
“Do you want to come with me?”
He barked excitedly, his tail wagging playfully as he spun in a circle.
“Alright,” I laughed. “Let’s go.”
Milo jumped in my car and sat in the passenger seat, his muddy paws getting my seats filthy, but I couldn’t be upset. He was just so damn cute. Driving to the general store, I was only going to run in for a quick minute, but Milo followed me.
As soon as I shoved the door open, he bolted inside.
“Hey! You can’t bring that mutt in here!” John Callahan shouted.
“I know! I’m sorry, Mr. Callahan! He just ran in here. I’m just getting him some food and then we’ll be gone.”
I sprinted for the animal food and quickly picked out what I wanted, but the moment I reached for it, Milo whined, putting his paw on a different bag.
“You want that one?”
He let out a yip.
“You can’t possibly know that’s the one you want,” I said, narrowing my eyes at him. But when I reached for it, he spun in a circle with his tongue hanging out and drool dripping all over the floor.
Just for kicks, I put the bag back and reached for a different brand. A low growl emanated from his throat the moment my hand touched it.
“Seriously, Milo? The one you want is twice as expensive!”
Again, he barked and spun in a circle.
“You know, if you want the good stuff, you’re going to have to start chipping in on the rent.”
Grabbing the bag, I hauled it over my shoulder, but before I could walk away, he found something else he wanted. It was a clear box with a green lid. Sighing, I walked over and looked at the box.
“Greenies. Dental dog treats.” Giving the dog a pointed look, I held it out to him. “Really?”
He barked again, wagging his tail.
