Page 70 of Falling for Your Brother's Best Friend

“Smart man,” I say.

“Ourpuppy,” Chelsea says. “His name is Watson.”

“You have a puppy. In my apartment,” John says, and I snicker.

“Yup,” Chelsea says. “And he’s only pooped on the rug twice.”

John’s jaw goes slack, and I take way more pleasure in his shock than I should. I curl one arm around Chelsea and Watson, who stretches over to lick my cheek.

With my other hand, I reach for the phone. “Gotta go, John. Bye!”

Chelsea turns in my arms, placing a lingering kiss on my lips. One that turns to laughter as Watson nudges his tiny nose between us and tries to lick right into our mouths. I’ve never laughed so much in my life as I have the past few months. I hope it never stops.

The phone buzzes on the table, and we pull apart to look. No surprise—John is calling back. Probably to tell us we can’t have a puppy in his apartment. Definitely not a puppy who’spoopingin his apartment.

“When are you going to tell him he doesn’t have to wear the suit?” Chelsea asks, her eyes bright.

“I think it’s okay to make him sweat for a while, don’t you?”

Chelsea shifts Watson out of the way and places a tender kiss on my lips. “It seems only fitting after all the waiting we did.”

“Agreed.” I place another lingering kiss on my fiancée’s lips while stretching a hand down to pet Watson. “You, my perfect person, were absolutely worth the wait.”

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