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Dom:

A little early. I’m still working on it.

Chapter 23

Dom

“Dude, the dog is fine. Stop checking the camera,” Hendrix says, glancing at my phone, where Ronnie is pictured sleeping peacefully on the couch.

“Help me out, Cruz. You check on your dogs,” I whine, looking for backup from my captain, who’s sitting across from me on the team plane.

“Mostly, I check on my wife. Think she’d let me install a camera for her?” He pulls out his phone tapping out a text and adds, “But for the love of God, stop giving her treats. Your dog dad guilt is going to make her throw up all over your house if you keep tossing her snacks with that thing.”

“Whatever.” Swiping up, I close the camera app and open my text messages. Along with her contact name, “Future Wife,” there’s a little picture of Indie and I snuggled up on the couch the other day that has my lips curving into a smile again.

“Leave the dog alone,” Dean scolds from where he sits across from me.

Ignoring him I type out a message.

“Is that the girl from the housewarming party?” Hendrix asks.

I shake my head.

“Your sister, then?” He guesses.

“Nope.” I leave it at that.

Me:

I hate to tell you this, but you have some competition as my favorite snuggle buddy.

Future Wife:

I wasn’t aware I’d entered that race.

How do I withdraw?

Me:

Impossible.

Future Wife:

She’s going to win by default.

Cuteness aside, I have no plans for a repeat.

Me:

You keep saying that, yet you

still end up in my arms.

Future Wife:

Stop bragging, it’s annoying.

Me:

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