“No,” Shane said firmly when Anya jumped on the bed. He pointed to her dog bed in the corner. “She kept trying to sleep with me. I think she hates me because I won’t let her.” “Is good, probably,” Ilya sighed. “I am too soft with her.” Shane rested a hand on Ilya’s cheek. “You’re soft with everyone you love.” Ilya’s lips curved up. “Don’t tell anyone.”
