“I love them.”
“I’m thinking two,” he said. And maybe two kids, too. If they were lucky.
“Two’s a good number,” she agreed, smiling. Holding both of his hands. “For dogs...and other family members. If it works out that way.”
“I have a feeling that, if you want it badly enough, it will work out that way,” he told her, pulling her up and into his arms.
When she smiled, he kissed her hard. And long.
And then, grabbing their coats and the bag he’d left by the door, he took her home.
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