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“A meal isn’t complete without a good dessert.”
    â€œOkay, then. Bring it.”
    He went into the kitchen and laid his dinner plate in the sink, then watched in awe as Megan brought forth two desserts.
    â€œIs that cheesecake?”
    She nodded. “Caramel.”
    He was already full, but no way would he turn down cheesecake.
    â€œCheesecake is my weakness.”
    Her lips curved. “I’m making a mental note of that.”
    Roxie—God, was he really going to name her that?—had followed them into the kitchen.
    â€œMaybe she needs to go out,” Megan said.
    â€œI’ll take care of that. I’ll be right back.”
    â€œPlenty of room for her to do whatever needs done out in the backyard.”
    He nodded and attached the leash to Roxie’s harness. The dog promptly parked her butt.
    Megan laughed. “Not fond of the leash, is she?”
    â€œIt’s a work in progress. Whoever had her before obviously didn’t leash train her.”
    He gave her a tug and she reared back. He pulled, but it was like dragging a tiny furry mop across the floor.
    With a roll of his eyes, he scooped her up and carried her out back, Megan’s laughter ringing in his ears as he opened the door.
    â€œYou’re making me look bad, Roxie,” he said as he deposited the dog on the grass. She promptly walked out three feet and did her business, then stepped out of the grass and sat at his feet.
    â€œGot that part down, don’t you?” he asked with a sigh, then gave a quick tug on the leash so they could head back to the house.
    She sat.
    â€œHeel,” he said, giving the command for her to walk.
    She looked up at him, giving him the I-don’t-think-so look.
    He shook his head. “We’re going to have to work on this, and by ‘we,’ I mean ‘you.’ But right now there’s cheesecakein that house, and I’m not in the mood for leash-walking lessons.”
    He picked her up and carried her into the kitchen, depositing her inside the back door and disconnecting the leash from her harness. She trotted over to the bowl of water Megan had set down for her and took several messy drinks.
    Megan bent down to run her hands over Roxie’s fur, giving Brady a fine view of Megan’s backside. He decided to just stand there and watch while she picked up the dog and cuddled her close to her chest. She turned around and smiled at Brady.
    â€œEverything go okay out there?”
    â€œEverything except her walking with the leash attached.”
    Megan kissed Roxie on the head. “I’m sure she’ll learn. She’s very cute and smart—aren’t you, Roxie?”
    The smart part was debatable, but she had the cute part down.
    After Megan put the dog down on the floor, she washed her hands, then went back to the island. “I made chocolate mousse cake and cheesecake. I’d actually like for you to try both of them if you don’t mind.”
    â€œI’m never going to mind eating dessert.”
    â€œYou say all the right things, Brady.” She served up one of each onto his plate. “Coffee?”
    â€œSure.”
    â€œI made a fresh pot while you were outside with Roxie.”
    She really did think of everything. “I’ll get the plates. You bring the coffee.”
    He carried the plates into the dining room, and she came in with a tray bearing two cups of coffee and a carafe.
    â€œIn case we want refills on our coffee.”
    â€œYou must entertain a lot.”
    She picked up her fork and sliced off a bite of cheesecake. “Why do you say that?”
    â€œI don’t know. Everything you do just seems . . . perfect and organized and so well thought-out. If you had dinner at my place—”
    â€œSpy headquarters?”
    He laughed. “Yeah. Spy headquarters. You’d have gotten microwaved meals eaten on tray tables in front of the TV. Or, if I’m feeling like