Damon leaned down and righted the chair glaring at the conniving little puppy, “I think it’s Kane's hell hound.”
“Damon’s just jealous because he lost the food fight,” Kane smirked. “Alicia, meet Scrappy.”
Alicia caught the puppy under its arms and held him a couple inches out from her. Putting her nose against his, she gave it an Eskimo kiss, “Hey Scrappy,” Then giggled when its little pink tongue darted out and got her. “Aw… you’re just too cute.”
Damon glared at the puppy when it pressed its face between Alicia’s breast, “Great, a cat and a dog getting along together.”
Kane smirked at Damon, “Taught him everything I know.”
“That probably didn’t take long,” Damon said in annoyance.
Deciding to ignore Damon, Kane winked at Alicia, “Hope you’re hungry.”
“Starving,” Alicia smiled the
