Fall For My Ex's Mafia Dad
“All right, well, what about Lil Kent – that one had some charm to it -”
Kent just growls at me this time, a low sound in his chest as the puppy lifts his head, quirking his ears at me. “We’re not naming the dog that either, so try again.”
“Well, the dog needs a name too!” I say, gesturing towards the sweet, patient little pup, who blinks his brown eyes at me.
“Call the dog ‘back to the farm,’” Kent murmurs, his voice dry even as he wraps his arms tighter around me, pulling me close and pressing his lips to my hair, “because that’s where he’s going –“