Page 13 of His Fire

“Take a look in the back seat.”

Crouching, I shade my eyes against the late afternoon sun. Fast asleep in the back seat, Poupon is snoring. His legs are splayed out and he looks like he’s living his best life.

I groan. “Don’t tell me. My aunt is going on another date.”

“No wonder they call you Sherlock! We’re pup-sitting tonight. And even though you complain, I know you miss this little guy. We should think about getting a dog of our own.”

I smile. Callan Connor’s dog is due to have pups any moment and I’ve been planning on surprising her with one. “Whatever you want.”

Ava kisses me again. “Anything?”

“Anything.”