‘I’ll get you a backup battery pack and his instructional manual,’ Brooke said.
‘Thank you,’ Darya smiled.
Reece parted ways with Darya at the building’s carpark. ‘I’m heading back to my office. See you at next week’s meeting.’
‘See you.’ Darya placed Marshmallow in the front seat and, at his insistence, put the seatbelt on him.
The pup couldn’t sit still.
Like a typical dog, he kept sticking his head out the window until Darya had to order him to stop.
‘Mommy, are we going to your house?’ Marshmallow’s voice went up a pitch as he grew more animated.
His stubby tail thumped against the seat.
‘Mommy?’ Darya shot him a surprised look. ‘My name’s Darya.’
‘But you are adopting me,’ Marshmallow said solemnly. ‘According to my database, the female person who becomes
