A Groom of One's Own (Appies, #3)

by Emma St. Clair

I have a habit of talking to the dogs as though they have a very good grasp of English and at least a high school vocabulary.

And dang it—I’ve never been jealous of a dog, but I sure am now.

With the kind of grin that could disarm nuclear warheads, Eli holds his arms out wide.