“Says who?” He smacked her butt.
Damon eyed the puppy suspiciously. “What do you want?” He asked it. It licked his nose and he tried to look cross. “Don’t give me that cute little puppy look! I invented that!”
“Says me.”
She pressed her lips to his over the dog. “Why do you think I named her after you? Same big eyes that get me to do anything they want.” The puppy made a little noise that could have been a bark if it was older. Mona pulled away looking down at DJ. “Yes you do.”













