Third Person's POV
Trista gave him a sidelong glance, instantly seeing right through his pathetic attempt to close the distance.
She dropped a freezing rejection. "Not happening."
She saw exactly how shameless Mortimer was being tonight, too.
No wonder the man had a death grip on that stray puppy the second he stepped out of the car.
He knew damn well that the moment Dash left his arms, he'd lose his only valid excuse to loiter in Seraphina's apartment.
Mortimer walked straight over to the couch and sat down with the puppy.
Dash seemed to have woken up. His big, round eyes were locked unblinkingly onto Mortimer, looking unbelievably docile.
Seraphina squatted in front of them, wringing out a warm towel to carefully wipe the grime off Dash's fur.
Naturally, she noticed the dependen
