"I can't believe you named him Sgt. Pepperoni," Anna said, barely able to contain her laughter as she gently brushed the back of her hand over the puppy's velvety head. He promptly rolled onto his back, exposing his soft belly in an open invitation for tickles.
"What do you have against the name?" Gabriel raised his eyebrows, feigning surprise at her amusement. "I think it's perfect for a lad like him!"
As if voicing his disapproval, the puppy gave a sharp bark, making Anna burst into full, unrestrained laughter. The sound was bright and genuine, almost childlike in its innocence—so unlike the woman she had been lately. Gabriel watched her, and despite himself, he smiled.
