Hank and Brad were on their sides facing each other on the big queen bed. In between them lay Greta, sleeping peacefully. Brad stroked her side.
Brad looked up at Hank. “Thank you,” he said, leaning forward and giving him a kiss.
“Ya said that about a hundred times already,” Hank said, smiling.
“I know, but you can’t imagine how much this means to me. I’ve been homesick and missin’ the dads and the dogs, but Claudia Jr. and the decorations and most of all Greta…well, it just means a whole lot.”
“Anything I can do to make the man I love happy.” Hank leaned in and kissed Brad. “Thank you for the spurs, by the way. They’re perfect. Gonna make me feel real proud when I show Tango next week.”
“I’m glad you like ‘em. Sorry I didn’t get ‘em wrapped, but with all the excitement of what you
