Page 194 of Will Bark for Pizza
Luke’s phone dinged again, and the look of frustrationthat instantly etched his expression was borderline comical.
“Fuck, I’ve got to deal with this lady. Apparently, she’s already in town. I’ll catch up with you guys later. I want to talk to Pauline when she’s free.”
Husker watched Luke stalk across the street to his cruiser, his head still tilted as though he couldn’t figure out what one of his favorite people had against dogs.
“That should be interesting,” I said of my brother, the wheels turning in my head. An idea for a new book about feuding neighbors of the opposite sex unfolded in my imagination. I yearned to jot the thoughts down before they evaporated, but I’d left my phone at the bookstore.
“I can see the romance writer at work,” Beckett said, handing me his phone. It was already open to a Notes app.
Another reminder that I was one of the luckiest women in existence to snag a man this good. A better man than I could have created in any of my romance novels.
“Have I told you lately that I love you?” I asked.
“Not since this morning.” He lowered his mouth to the shell of my ear. “Right after I made you come.”
