I have always loved dogs.My husband, Jerry, on the other hand, has always hated them.So, naturally, having a dog of my own had never been an option.I had tried everything. I begged. I pleaded. I even promised that I would handle everything myself—the feeding, bathing, cleaning, walking… everything.His answer was always the same.“No dogs in my house. What I need is babies, not those dirty animals.”Eventually, I gave up.At least, I thought I had.Then our new neighbour moved in.I heard his name was Ryan, and he had the most beautiful dog I had ever seen.Every morning, without fail, Ryan would take the dog for a walk around the estate.And every morning, I found myself watching them.I told myself it was the dog I was interested in.It was definitely the dog.Well… mostly.Ryan was handsome in a quiet, effortless sort of way. He wasn't the type who seemed desperate for attention. He barely spoke to anyone, and whenever he returned from his walk, he would simply disappear into hi
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