TITLE: My Favorite Mistake
GENRE: NA Romance
Will is helping his new tenant Katie move, and is about to meet her roommate for the first time.
"I thought you said you had a dog," he says, dubiously eyeing the door.
“I do. I also said she was small.”
“That doesn’t sound like a dog. It sounds like a chipmunk on crack.”
I can’t really argue. She does. The door is barely open before she bursts outside, looping around my ankles and barking at Will, hopping on all fours with every outburst.
“That’s a dog?”
“So I’m told.”
“That is not a dog,” he tells me. “It’s a wind-up toy.” He looks into the apartment’s depths, then back down at the frantic pup. “Where’s the rest of it?”
Phoebe pauses her hopping to snort. Then she prances over to his feet and promptly squats.
Will jumps backwards. “Hey!”
I snort, choking on a laugh. “I don’t think she likes you.”
“All girls like me.”
He frowns, so disconcerted by the idea, I have to fight not to laugh again. “Questionable, but I suppose none of them have expressed their opinions by peeing on you before.” A wicked grin crosses his features, and he opens his mouth. I hold up both hands. “Don’t. I truly don’t ever want to know.”
I go inside and deposit my phone and keys on the kitchen counter. Phoebe charges ahead, stopping on the landing to turn around and bark frantically at Will, who is right behind me.
“So I don’t have—” I start, but the words die when I see what he is doing. Will wipes away the glower he was directing at my dog and blinks innocently at me. “Right. Picking fights with animals one fiftieth your size is very macho.”
“And yet you keep insisting on calling that thing a dog. I had an Irish Wolfhound growing up. This—” He gestures to Phoebe, still barking. “—would have been a snack to King. Oophf.”
He catches the box I sling at him. “I really appreciate your help, Will.” Hands still on the box, I lean forward, adding my weight. His biceps strain against the fabric of his shirt and there is a smile in his eyes. “But if you keep making fun of my dog, you will be late for work.”
“You keep using that word. I do not think it means what you think it means.”
Recognizing the quote, I burst out laughing, backing up and covering my mouth. He grins. “Get a move on, Kitten. You’re cutting into my dinner time.”