There, standing in my yard, wearing jeans, a white T-shirt, and a gray trench coat was Devraj. Over his head, he held high Archie, who saw me and yipped happily, his stubby tail wagging right over where Devraj supported his bum with one hand. My mouth dropped open as the eighties anthem from the most romantic boombox serenade pumped out into the neighborhood. Walkers had even begun to gather, watching the spectacle. “What are you doing!” I yelled down at the beautiful man holding his dog over his head. “Come down here, love,” he said just loud enough for me to hear, his smile blinding and
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