As we arrived at the pack house, a bunch of pups were outside playing touch football—though it looked more like full on tackle football to me. A couple of the pups ran up to Xavier’s side of the car and begged him to play.
“Guys, I would love to, but I’ve got a lot going on today. Maybe next time.” The pups walked away, shoulders slumped, looking disappointed.
“Xavier,” I whispered as I walked up to him, “Look how disappointed the kids are. You are like their hero. 15 minutes won’t matter. Serena is waiting in your office already, and I can get started with her.”
Tenderly, he looked down at me, “How could I possibly refuse my Luna?” He kissed my nose and yelled for the pups. “Wait up guys, I can play for a few minutes.” I shook my head, laughing and wandered into the pack house looking
