Bridger bounded across the living room as soon as Luke walked through the door, and Luke bent down to give his dog some loves.
“Your paws have morphed again, haven’t they?” he asked the golden retriever.
At nearly five months old, Bridger was already well on his way to becoming a big dog, and Luke thought he might end up being around the ninety-pound mark. And the pup looked more and more like his grandparents with each passing day.
“You’re home early.”
Still scratching behind his dog’s ears, Luke looked up to see Ryan standing in the doorway between the living room and hallway. She was still dressed in jeans and a sage-green flannel, but she’d already done her hair for the dance. She’d pulled half back and pinned it loosely with silk flowers that he thought were periwinkle hydrangeas
