I smiled at her, and she handed the shell to Mike.
“I’m Mike Dawson.” He shifted his gaze to me. “Open book?” I nodded. “Okay, well, I met this little pup at the club I work at. He was high at the time and needed a safe place to sleep, so I offered him my couch. Then he shocked the s**t out of me when he told me he could see my dog, Kramer, who’s been dead for the past five years. But I quickly realized this kid is completely on the level. He’s also super smart, kinda dorky, and he’s made this guy—” he nodded at Devon, “—smile more lately than I’ve ever seen. So I’m here to support both of them for whatever they need to make sure they get a happy ending.”
I hoped we got a happy ending too. Touched, I resisted making a joke about other kinds of happy endings and nodded to him in acknowled
