Crazy Billionaire: What Do You Want From Me?
I ask when we stroll over the kennels.
“No.”
“You see?” I click my tongue, “this one’s a Siberian husky, his name’s Terry. This one, an Australian Dingo—her name’s Wild.” I pause, pointing to the last dog. “This one is a Rottweiler, her name’s Elizabeth.”
“What?!” Spitfire swiftly jerks up her head to look at me.
When she sees the smug look on my face, she curses underneath her breath, “dammit.”
I have no idea why, but teasing her gives so much joy. And energy. “Her name’s Sky.”