Vic didn’t oversleep. He woke to the alarm, hit the snooze button, and rolled toward the warmth his sleeping mind thought was his lover. It wasn’t. A rough, wet tongue on his nose and the ripe smell of doggy breath told him Sadie had climbed into bed beside him again. “Ugh, dog!” Vic wiped the saliva off his face, grimacing as he rolled out of bed.
With a soft woof!, Sadie scampered down and raced him to the bathroom. Vic didn’t take the bait. Instead, he sat on the edge of the bed and rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands, not quite ready to start the day. The previous evening seemed like a dream—had Matty popped the question? Had Vic said yes?
“God,” Vic groaned. Am I getting married?
If there was one word Vic would never have thought he’d be able to use to describe himself,
