Spenser Hudson stood next to the stove, stirring the simmering marinara sauce. Henrietta, a miniature schnauzer, sat at his feet. She impatiently shifted from one foot to another and whined.
“Daddy Jordan’ll be mad at me if I give you anything,” Spenser said, smiling down at the little dog. “The vet told him you have to take off some weight. Daddy said I’m making you fat because I can’t resist you. Well, he’s right. You’re so gosh darn cute.”
Spenser bent and took the pup’s face in his hands and gave her a kiss on the nose. He straightened up and turned back to stirring the sauce.
Henrietta whined again, then gave a sharp, demanding yip.
Spenser grimaced, then smiled. He pulled a strand of spaghetti from a colander on the counter with a fork. “Okay, but if Jordan finds out and I get in
