“Dave? Baby, why are there lights on the dog house?”
“Because it looked drab.”
“There’s no one but us to see it out here, and...” Amos stopped, sniffing. Frowning, he glanced around. “Is that coffee?”
“I wish.” Dave sighed dramatically. “Iris sent more candles in her care package. Hazelnut cappucino, creme brulee, and Mocha Mint.”
“Go her.” Dave’s secretary, because Iris would never be an ex, sent all sorts of shit, all the time. She thought they were way too isolated up in the Colorado mountains. “Did she send more toffee?”
“She sent pecan brittle, bagels, and smoked salmon.” Dave stared at him. “Seriously? After so long, you’d think I’d cheat?”
“No.” He grinned and pulled Dave close. “It’s habit to ask.”
“The puppies like the Christmas lights.”
“Do they? I had to dig a ball out of Noodle’s mouth last night.”
“That’s why I hung them with string instead of hooks.”
“It’s why you got the hard plastic, too.” He knew it was important to Dave that everything was just so, especially at Christmas. “I like the candles. You want to make cookies now, baby?”
“That would be fun.” Dave came to him, lines beside those dark eyes pure laughter and sunshine. “Yeah, Shep.”
“Well, let’s get to it. I got you some bone shaped cutters to make some for the dogs, too.” Dave wasn’t the only one with Christmas spirit.
His was just less... sparkly.
Dave and Amos are from my very first book ever, Stress Relief. ;-)