“Can I ask a question?” “I think you just did.” “No, um—Maxx. Two x’s. That’s unusual. Is it a family name?” It was his turn to chuckle. “No. It was an error. My mom wanted Maxwell, my dad liked Max. He crossed out the ‘well’ at the end, and the person read it as M-A-X-X, and that was how it was recorded. My mom decided she liked it—it was different, so she left it. My dad never lived it down. I kinda like it too.” I pressed a kiss to his scruff. “It suits you. You’re so sexy, you need two x’s—like a warning label.”
