Page 95 of Hot Momosa

“His name is Artie. He’s Fifi, Cupcake, and Eugene’s owner.” I smoothed back his wild curls.

“Where are they?” His green eyes widened.

Shit.

Dahlia rescued me again. “They’re having a sleepover at Mr. Artie’s house.”

“Uncle Gabe?”

I couldn’t help but smile. I’d waited two-and-a-half years to introduce my son to my family. “He had to go home to his kids.”

“You remember Ella and Rocco?” Dahlia asked.

Gunnar seemed unimpressed. “Bunny milk please.”

She sat upright. “Go to the kitchen. I’ll be right there.”

He folded his arms. “Daddy get it.”

“Go ahead. I’ll be there in a second.”

He glanced between us and narrowed his eyes as if wondering what we were up to. When neither of us flinched, he hurried out of the room and didn’t bother to close the door.

Dahlia burrowed back into the pillows. “I can get used to this.”

“So can I.”

For her, my taking care of Gunnar was a reprieve. For me, it was pure gold.

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