“Are you jealous, Princess?”
“Of course not.”
I point to a line of people, mostly women, lined up at one of the rescue tents. “Look at that line of people to see the puppies.”
She frowns. “Yeah, definitely to see the puppies.”
“Gotta go. Maybe if I’m good today, I can get a treat after.” That does it. A smirk graces her beautiful face as she looks up at me.
“If you’re a good boy, we can talk about it.”
“Hearing you call me a good boy does things to me.” Iwhisper into her ear as I walk by. I don’t miss the way her eyes drop to my crotch and she blushes.
The day passes quickly as I shuffle between booths, play with the dogs, talk to fans, and take a million and five pictures.
Fields and I stop for lunch when Miller joins us. “Guys, I think I found him.”
“Found who?” I ask
“My new best friend.” Miller smiles wide.
“Hey,” Fields protests.
Miller pats him on the shoulder. “You can never be replaced, Gramps, don’t worry.”
“Then what are you talking about?” I unscrew the cap of the water bottle and take a long drink.
“A puppy, duh! That’s why we’re here right?” Miller waves his arm to the field behind us.
“We’re here to support the rescues, not to rescue a dog.” Fields reminds him. It seems they had this conversation before arriving today if his tone is anything to go by.
“You have to come look at this little nugget though. He’s so cute!” Miller sounds like a kid at Christmas begging his dad for a toy.
“Who’s cute?” Bree steps between me and Miller.
“Ah, Gabbers, I think I’m in love.” He turns to her and latches onto her hand.
“With who? Is Chloe here?” Bree looks around.
“Who’s Chloe?” I am so confused.
“Nobody.” Miller shuts me down. “Cooper!” he exclaims.
Bree furrows her brows and asks, “Who’s Cooper?”
“My new puppy!”
“Miller, you can’t get a puppy.” Fields reminds him again, pulling Ivory into his side when she walks up.
“Says who?”
“Me,” Fields, Bree, and Ivory say at the same time.
“Just come meet him before you shut me down.” Millerdoesn’t wait. He grabs Bree’s arm again and drags her back down to the field where the puppies are playing in a pen.
A lady looks up and smiles when Miller blows past her to pick one up.
“Look at his cute whittle face.” He holds up a copper-colored golden retriever puppy and smooshes their faces together. The puppy licks his face and Miller laughs.
