Can't Fix Cupid

I paste a smile on my face because I know that’s what he wants. He wants fast, fun, and heated. And we’re good like that. We’re perfect. But for how long?

“Nothing,” I assure him. “Just trying to figure out what your diabolical plan might be for today.”

He returns his eyes to the road just as he pulls into a parking lot where there’s a big business complex. “You’re about to see.”

He parks the car, and we walk across the lot toward

s the building. I shield my eyes from the sun so I can read the storefront he’s taking me to.

I’m Mutts About You.

A squeal escapes my mouth, and my eyes fly over to Warren. “You brought me to an animal shelter?”

“I did. Your pet a dog to-do item can be crossed off your list today,” he says before grabbing the door handle.

I don’t know how it’s even possible, but I swear my heart grows bigger in my chest. I pull him down by his shirt collar and place a grateful kiss on his lips. “You’re the best man, Warren Knight.”

He looks down at me, nipping my bottom lip. “You bring it out in me.”

Every day, I fall for him just a little bit more. By now, I’m so far under that I wouldn’t be able to pull myself out even if I tried.

“Although how you’ve managed to go your whole life without petting a dog is beyond me.”

I shrug. “Not many dogs around where I was.” Except for karmas, and I’m not petting those bitches.

We walk in together, and we’re instantly welcomed by a friendly, feminine voice. “Ah, you must be Mr. Knight!”

A short redhead with thick glasses rounds the desk with a smile. The reception area is small, with a wall filled with photos of shelter animals.

“You must be Mary,” Warren greets, holding his hand out to her.

She takes it, though she blushes furiously. It’s hard not to when Warren Knight puts all of his hot attention on you.

“Apologies for being a few minutes late. We had trouble leaving on time.”

I elbow him slightly, because we both know that dig was directed at me, when really, it was his damn fault for following me into the shower. That’s the last time I trust him when he says he’s just going to “wash my back.” Lies. All lies. Although, my vagina did get a nice scrubbing.

Mary waves her hand. “No problem at all. We’re just happy to have volunteers. There are never enough, and our shelter animals can always use some loving.” Her gaze moves from him to me, and then her eyes widen. “Oh! You’re the cupid from that new dating app, CupidShuffle!” she says excitedly.

“Oh. Uh, yes,” I say, caught off guard.

“I love that app!” she gushes. “I’ve been on three dates already.”

“That’s great,” I reply with a smile.

“I just love your hair.”

I run a hand over the untamed waves in a nervous gesture. “Thank you.”

“Alright, I’ll stop holding you up. But it’s just so exciting! I have the Mr. Knight and the cupid in my shelter! I’m going to tweet about this later if that’s alright.”

Warren nods. “So long as you wait until after we leave.”

She marks an X over her chest. “Cross my heart,” she promises. “Alright, come right this way. The next hour is yours.”

We follow after her as she unlocks the back door and leads us down the hallway. Immediately, the smell of kibble and dog hits my nose. We round the corner and come to a row of dog kennels.

“I’ll put you in this section here,” Mary tells us. “Kennels one through four are all dogs that have been cleared for the public. You’ll make their day sitting in there with them.”