#Chapter35-03
Letting me go, eyebrow c*****g, Isaac dumped his duffle bag on the couch to the side of him and popped a squat. The dog froze. His hackles had risen, but he suddenly seemed unsure. He eventually whimpered and scampered to between my legs.
"That your mutt?" Isaac asked, keeping his position as he held his palm out towards my Milo, making soft beckoning noises with his mouth.
"He's not a mutt," I whined, jumping to his defence, but my words trailed off as I met Blake's gaze, who stood behind my brother. He looked just as perfect as he always did: messy, windswept hair framed his eyes and the smile he flashed me was sweet sin and black velvet compiled. It made me feel as though I was losing focus. It made me want to run to his arms and cuddle into his neck the way I had becom
