Читать книгу Damaged Hearts - Jan St. Marcus - Страница 17

Well, that just happened, I think as I strip and crawl into bed. I’m trying to recap the conversation I just had with Bran when Sparky jumps up on the bed and throws himself on top of me, wriggling his back all over my face and chest. I reach up to pet him and try to calm him down because I’m really tired and not looking forward to my meeting tomorrow with Marty and Sal, but he’s being a spoiled little shit. And then he calms down a little bit and puts his face right in front of mine, like three inches from my face. As soon as I start to say something to him, he starts licking my mouth. “What the hell, Sparky?” I ask him. He keeps licking. This goes on for another couple of minutes, and as I continue to pet him, rubbing the sides of his face with my hands, he begins to calm down. Then it hits me. He must sense that I am starting to like Bran. He’s jealous! Holy shit, my freaking dog is jealous of my new friend. Okay, that’s more than a little weird. Or maybe he’s happy for me that I have finally found a friend? Nah. He’s jealous. This makes me smile, which makes Sparky rambunctious again. Damn. I have a weird life. Not as bad as it was a few hours ago, but weird all the same. When Sparky has had enough, he calms down and lays down with his head on the pillow next to my head and in a few minutes, we’re both asleep.