Page 126 of Worst in Show

“I never told you this, but I once saw you dance with Boris in the store, and it made me jealous. I think that’s when I knew I was in trouble.”

I tilt my head back to look at him. “Really? Jealous of a dog? Never heard of such a thing.”

“Strange huh?” He kisses my nose and then tucks me close as the song plays.

“Come on, Boris. You’re kind of ruining the moment,” I say, as if that will have any impact on the howling coming from yards away.

“I don’t blame him for singing along. He’s got great taste.”

A low hum starts deep within Leo’s chest, becoming clearer by the moment as we move. Is he… singing?

“You and me, Boris—let’s take it away,” Leo says before launching into a pitch-perfect rendition of “Here You Come Again” for my ears only, every word hitting a bull’s-eye at my heart.

It’s a serenade for the history books—man and dog in perfect harmony—and when the final chord fades, we come to a stop.

“Of course, you sing, too,” I say. “I suppose that means I should be thankful you forfeited that karaoke challenge way back. Kept me on a winning streak.” I place a soft kiss on his lips. “In fact, if I’m not mistaken, you lost every single one of our bets. You know what that means, don’t you?” I sneak a hand up to my forehead in the shape of an L.

Leo laughs and takes hold of it. Braids his fingers with mine. “Are you kidding?” he says, squeezing me to him. “If you ask anyone here, watching us right now, they’ll tell you I’m the real winner. Have been this whole time.”

I get up on my toes and lean in, my lips almost touching his ear.

“Agree to disagree.”

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