I gave the sweater a quick glance. No lacy tank-top for me, huh? Damn it. Stop being a dick. She looks great, and you damn well know it. Shit, she could be wearing a dirty sweatshirt, and you'd still be all over her. Dumb-ass. At her feet, Chucky was spazzing out, just like he always did. He lunged toward me, whining and pawing at my legs. For some stupid reason, it made me feel better. Because it was distraction? Or because it was nice to know that someone was dying to see me? I crouched beside him. "Hey Buddy," I said, ruffling his fur. "I know what you want." I stood and pulled out the bag of doggie treats. When I shook it, Chucky went so nuts that I almost smiled in spite of my shitty mood. I pulled some treats from the bag and crouched down to give him some. I glanced up and saw Chloe watching me. When our eyes met, I managed to say, "I'm glad you're here." She gave me an odd look.
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