He took Carly’s hand. “I said it from day one: You’re something else, sweetheart.”
Her eyes glistened with sheer happiness. “So tell me—what’s the dog’s name?”
Mike paused in thought. “How about Lucky?”
She leaned down to scratch the dog’s head. “It sure fits.”
Mike grunted and pulled her close. “What do we do with him while we’re on our honeymoon?” he murmured in her ear. “He’s not paper trained yet remember?”
Carly smiled.
Mike grinned.
“Peter,” they both choked out, laughing at the thought.