Page 53 of Sit, Stay, Love
Garry and Ernie ran towards them. ‘No shit? I love those movies.’
Terri’s eyes widened. ‘He really loves those movies.’
Garry grabbed his wife’s hand. ‘Hey, how about we call him Jasper? Or better still, Lord Jasper?’
Sera laughed.
‘Not a good idea?’ Garry asked. ‘Should we keep Ernie?’
‘I think Lord Jasper is perfect. Ethan will be flattered.’
‘You’ll tell him?’ Terri asked.
Sera nodded. ‘I will definitely let him know.’
Garry leaned in. ‘If he ever wants to come and visit his namesake, tell him he’s welcome.’
Terri laughed. ‘Oh my god, Garry, you have such a crush on that man.’
‘He’s my man-crush.’ Garry answered proudly.
‘This is perfect,’ Sera said. ‘You two have made my otherwise shitty day. Let’s get the paperwork done so you can take Lord Jasper home.’
Chapter Ten
‘They named Ernie Lord Jasper?’ Ethan beamed. ‘Are you serious?’
‘It’s on his paperwork and everything.’
‘Do you have their number? Let’s send them a photo.’
Sera pulled out her phone.
‘Wait,’ he said, dashing from the room. He returned carrying an enormous sword. ‘I might have borrowed this from the last movie.’ A pink bloom filled his cheeks.
Sera squeezed her lips together.
‘It’s okay,’ he said. ‘You can laugh.’
She doubled over, her shoulders shaking. When a snort rang out, she looked up and threw a hand over her mouth.
‘You okay there, Miss Piggy?’
‘Stop,’ she spluttered.
He leaned on the sword. ‘I’ll wait until you’re finished.’
‘Sorry.’ She held up a hand. ‘Give me a minute,’ she wheezed. When she finally got her giggling under control, she asked, ‘Where do you keep that thing?’
He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. ‘My bedroom. Over the bed.’
Sera’s jaw dropped. ‘Are you serious? Oh my god, Ethan! What do the women you bring home think?’
‘I haven’t brought anyone home since I hung it. But from your reaction, I’m thinking it wasn’t such a great idea.’ He laughed. ‘I’m also way too embarrassed now to do a photo with it.’
‘Don’t be silly,’ she said. ‘Swing it around, or whatever it is you do with that thing.’
He wrapped his fist around the hilt, lifted the sword above his head as if ready to strike, set his jaw and focused on the camera with a smouldering glare. His forearms rippled, his thighs flexed and the veins in his neck popped in the sexiest possible way.
