Page 46 of The Fake Girlfriend's Billionaire Match
Winnie hugged her back. “Oh, I will so take you up on that.”
Reagan dropped her arms to her side and stepped back. “I’m going in the house to make a pickle and mayo sandwich. Do you want anything?”
“Uh, no, I’m good. That sounds disgusting.”
“It does. But, my mouth is literally watering at the thought. I’ve craved things that normally would have me bent over a toilet.” Reagan laughed. “Even Captain looks at me strangely at times. Like, ‘My human is officially broken.’”
Winnie held her stomach as she giggled. “Dogs are pretty smart.”
As if she’d called him, Boots ran up to Winnie and jumped up and down, begging to be loved.
Winnie swooped him up and scratched his head. “He is too cute.”
Petting Boots on the head, Reagan said, “Okay, be back in a minute.”
“Where is your person?” Winnie asked Boots.
“I’m right here.” Bear smiled as he joined her. “I’m trying to decide if I should let him stay for the fireworks later or take him inside. He needs to get used to loud noises. Sometimes we have to take care of predators.”
Winnie handed Boots to Bear. “Maybe keep him out here, then.”
Hunter stopped in front of them. “You look a little tired, man.”
“Fun fact about puppies. They have bladders the size of a walnut. I think he woke up four times last night.”
Boots whined to be put down, wiggling in Bear’s arms to the point that he was nearly dropped.
“All right.” Bear set him down. “Play, bud. Maybe you’ll sleep tonight.”
Hunter laughed as the puppy bolted away. “He’s a spunky little thing, but Captain was too. I think that’s just puppy. Plus, this is all new to him.”
“I love him. He’s slept right next to me the whole week. As soon as he whimpers, I take him out, and he goes. He’s a good little pup. Smart too.” Bear set his hands on his hips as he watched Boots zip around.
Winnie was happy she’d found the little guy, and even more, she was thankful for Wyatt, Hunter, Reagan, and Josiah’s help in making his gift happen.
With a kiss to the cheek, Bear said, “Thank you again. I really love him.”
“You’re welcome.” She hugged herself.
There was no way his family didn’t see the cooling off that had happened the past week. They’d gone from happy and smiling to barely speaking unless they were around other people.
Hunter looked around. “Have you seen Reagan?”
“She went inside to make a mayo and pickle sandwich.” Winnie tried not to actually picture the nasty thing.
Both the men’s lips twisted in disgust. “What?” Bear asked.
Hunter shook his head. “She’s been craving the weirdest stuff. She had tuna with ketchup one night. She made chili. It was absolutely delicious, and then she squirted enough mustard in hers that I had to go outside to eat mine.”
Bear grimaced. “That’s bad.”
“It is, but,” he said and smiled, “I love her, tuna-and-ketchup breath included. I felt the baby kick last night. She’s been pretty calm, but last night, she was doing gymnastics.”
“That’s great.”
“I knew she was pregnant, knew there was a child, but, man, last night…” Hunter stopped as his voice caught. “It hit me that I was gonna be a dad. The person I love most in the world is giving me a gift I can’t properly put into words.”
Winnie shivered as a breeze blew through, and Bear put his arms around her. When she looked up at him, his expression was unreadable. Finally, his lips quirked up. “I’m happy for you, Hunter.”
