“Sure,” Jeff replied huskily. “We’ll take the dogs out for their last fun of the evening. And then we’ll come home and take care of
ours.
”
Terrible taste in men be damned, at least for tonight. I hurried into his arms for a long, luscious, lascivious kiss. Then backed out of them, using the eager dogs as an excuse. But later . . . well, later would come, and I’d enjoy it for now.
If real life was like a romance novel, I’d assume that we’d live happily ever after—together.
The reality was that tonight I’d settle for a superb session of making up in bed. And tomorrow?
Well, men can be so naïve. Jeff didn’t really think he had ended things with Amanda so easily, did he?
I’d learned to rely on my gut feelings, and I had one way deep down as we walked.
Amanda would be back.
What would I do then?
On that, my gut stayed silent. For now.
Lexie must have sensed that my thoughts were on something besides her walk. She leapt up on my leg for attention.
Not to be outdone, Odin stood up on my other side.
And Jeff put his arm around my shoulder.
No murders left to mull over . . .
It was going to be a damned good night.