“Do you know how to tell the sex of it?” I roll my eyes and lift the puppy up to look. “Boy.” “My little buddy.” Brendon scratches the puppy’s chin. “You can’t keep him. You know that, right?” The puppy puts his head on my shoulder and settles against me. Damn it. That’s cute as fuck. “You don’t have dog food or toys or bowls or a leash or—” “But I can get it.” He shrugs. “He’s a baby. I’ll figure it out.”
