Scratching the dog’s ears, Matt snickered. “She wants some lovin’, too.” In a childlike tone of voice he reserved specifically for talking to Sadie, Matt cooed, “She loves her some Vic, don’t she? Don’t she?”
Sadie woofed softly, encouraged, as her tail thumped off the leather seat. When Vic rolled his eyes, Matt laughed again. Leaning over the gearshift, he caught Vic’s chin in his hand and turned his lover toward him to claim a real kiss this time. He held onto Sadie’s collar to keep her from interrupting them again.
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Like most of the restaurants along Cary Street, Double T’s had outside dining on a wooden patio that overlooked the sidewalk. Because they had Sadie with them, Matt stayed outside while Vic went in to tell the server they wished to eat outside. The dog lay with he
