Weave to the left. Weave to the right. Feel it. Move it. Work it. Be the song. Leelee's nose was high, her chin defiant—that girl is a born diva! And she looked smashing in the silver lamé jumpsuit and top hat…
"Hairy! Come on up, boy!" Leelee called from the back seat of the Montero.
Uh-oh. Looks like I'm going to have to sit between Bright Eyes and the Little Mutant. The thing is a brute. The other night it got hold of me and I thought for sure my neck was going to snap like a twig. Scary. But what can I do? It was already half again my size the day it was born. God only knows how much it weighs now, but it looks like a miniature Big Alpha running around the house, only with a lot less balance.
"Come on, ace. You're holding up the show."
I suppose I'll manage. The thing seems to make everybody smile, especially Soft Hands. Seems she's always smiling, she's so in love with Big Alpha. So happy with her kids and her farm and her work.
It was crazy for a while there—Big Alpha fainting when Soft Hands started to whelp, the bad man's trial, Leelee's adoption, TV Man and Big Alpha switching houses like they did. But things have settled down. And life is good.
Thomas's voice was loud. "Would you come on, Hairy?"
Yeah, yeah, keep your shorts on.
"Goggy! Goggy! See!"
"Watch out, honey. T.J.'s got Hairy by the throat again." Thomas peeled the baby's fingers from the dog's neck and gave Leelee a kiss on the cheek. Then he got behind the wheel, next to his wife. It made him grin every time he thought about it—his family. His wife and two kids.
Not bad for a sterile guy.
As they drove to the restaurant, listening to the latest Backstreet Boys CD, Emma reached over and grabbed his hand. Thomas pulled it to his lips and kissed her knuckles, and realized he couldn't remember what he'd done before she became his companion and lover. His center.
"It's strange, isn't it?" Emma said.
"What is?"
"Life," she said with a sigh. "Life is just weird, you know?"
He pressed his lips against her hand again, hiding his chuckle. Yeah, he knew what she meant—they'd just spent six hours at the Annual World Canine Disco Dancing Championships, and that was as weird as it got. But not necessarily weird in a bad way—just odd. Different.
Ah hell, it'd been a blast.
"I think that as long as we're all on the ride together, life's just perfect, Emma."
"Excuse me while I hurl!" Leelee yelled from the back seat.
"Goggy!" T.J. shrieked, yanking on the white poof of hair on the dog's head.
Hairy sighed.
Then his nose twitched.
And he wondered just how much longer it would be before the thing was housebroken.
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