Caleb’s gaze lands on mine and he arches a brow. “That’s a dollar for the swear jar, pup.” Pup? “Pup?” Andi says, whipping her head to the side to look at him. Caleb looks between the two of us, lifting his shoulders before letting them fall. There’s a tint of red creeping across his cheeks and his throat bobs. “Sometimes her eyes look like a puppy dog’s.”
