“Surprise,” Marissa chimed, dropping her hands to her knees. “Whew, the little guy has spirit.”
 
 “Spirit?”
 
 Marissa glanced between the two—well, three—of us and grimaced. “Guess he didn’t ask you?”
 
 I met Blake’s sheepish gaze and shook my head slowly. “No, he didn’t ask me.”
 
 “Happy Valentine’s, Penny,” he said, an apology I couldn’t deny glittering in his eyes.
 
 And the truth set in.
 
 I wasn’t getting a Valentine’s Proposal.
 
 I was getting a Valentine’s puppy.