Taryn stretched to give me a kiss on the lips. “You’re gorgeous. And I love you anyway.”
Again, I laughed. This was an ongoing joke between the two of us. I was certainly not Taryn’stype. Or at least not a woman she would’ve dated before. She hadn’t left behind a trail of broken hearts.
More fool them…letting her go. Idiots.
“You’re just not getting this.” Lachlan’s voice carried across the room.
Taryn sighed. “Time to break them up?”
“Nah. Let them get it out of their system. Maybe if they shout now, they’ll be better behaved at the wedding.” I hid my grin under my hand as I rubbed my mouth.
Only realizing I might rub off my lipstick.
Oh well. Least of my problems.
“Why don’t you explain it to me? Like I’m a five-year-old?” Cooper glared back.
“Why don’t you guys take it outside?” Taryn rubbed her forehead. “We’re organizing the venue tomorrow. Whatever you’re arguing about—” She sighed. “—do you think it’ll keep?”
“But he—”
“Of course—”
Both men halted their words and glared at each other.
“Taffy needs a walk.” Taryn pointed to her lazy-ass dog, who was spread across the carpet in a very unladylike fashion.
Our neighbors Foster and Arnav had generously offered to take our girl both tomorrow for the wedding and even during our honeymoon.
Cooper had been offended we hadn’t asked him—but he had a big presentation early next week in Vancouver and I hadn’t wanted him worrying. Taryn, my wonderful partner, agreed with my assessment. Plus, Foster and Arnav’s dog, Queenie, adored Taffy.
Queenie was a rescue of an indeterminate breed. Taffy was also a rescue whose pedigree was unknown. We all swore the two had been soulmates in another life.
“Sure.” Cooper hotfooted over to the front door.
Taffy, spotting an opportunity to shoot out said door, bolted.
Coop was faster, and he had her leash waiting when she arrived.
She huffed.
He laughed.
Lachlan grunted.
Coop shot him a glare. “Don’t be mean.”
After a moment, Lachlan let out a long breath. “Fine. Whatever. I don’t think the dog’s feelings are hurt.”
“You never know.” Cooper opened the front door. “Good God. Six o’clock, and it’s still broiling.”
“Be glad you don’t have Toronto’s humidity.” Lachlan smiled smugly.
“Oh, you’re coming with. Let’s go before I let all the cool air out.” Coop flounced outside, Taffy hard on his heels.
Lachlan sighed. But then he put on his shoes and followed Coop out of the house as well.
“Think we have time for a quickie?” Taryn waggled her eyebrows.
