“Aren’t you the best boy? My sweet little baby.” “He’s not your baby,” Matteo said, crossing his arms. “He’s an employee.” I snorted as Noodle lay his head in my lap. “I think someone is jealous,” I whispered conspiratorially as I stroked his soft fur. “I’m not jealous of a dog.” I held my hand out to my husband. His brow furrowed in confusion, but he took it, and I pulled him down beside me. He sat with a huff, unbuttoning his suit jacket. I held my breath as I rested my head against his shoulder, ready for him to pull away at any moment. But he didn’t. He just shifted on the couch cushion
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