I shake away the thought, inhaling, then exhaling just as slowly. I swallow. “Okay.” “Right. Okay.” Another step. “Going.” He turns, darting down the hall. Daisy squirms in my hands, whining the second he’s out of sight, so I set her down, watching as she chases after him. I will not be jealous of a dog. I will not be jealous of a dog. I will not be fucking jealous of a dog.
