Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ash
“Come here,” I said as I leaned down and held my palm flat with a small treat on it.
Betty looked up from the squeaky toy she had been gifted by Shay and trotted across the kitchen floor to me. After she gobbled up the treat, I sat cross-legged on the floor and pulled her onto my lap.
The day after I told Mack I didn’t have any expectations, I brought Betty home. Although I didn’t know it at the time, that choice turned out to be prescient. I needed the company because Mack had gone from stopping over almost every night to only coming by twice, in an entire week.
Of course, the two times he’d been here had ended with us twined together skin to skin. Yet somehow, it felt as if an invisible barrier had fallen between us.
Having an adorable, snuggly, and demandi
