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“What if we hurt each other?” I ask softly. “What if we don’t?” he counters.

*le sigh* I fudging loved this book a stupid amount. Just the entire thing. It was so sweet and fun. Lighthearted, but still had substance. I laughed and cried. The MCs both had fab personalities without being one-sided. It was incredibly well done, finding that balance. This is the first book I read in the series, but that was totally fine. Talk about closing it out with a bang, tho.

“Your needs and wants?” I tell him softly. “They matter.”

I also adore books that can pull off intimacy *and* hotness. Sex scenes that can make you cry is a rare thing, but Emmy created such great chemistry between these MCs that anything was possible. Probably one of the better pure love stories I’ve read in a good while. We all know I prefer some external fudgery, but this story didn’t need it at all. It was honestly perfect. There was only one single thing I would change, and that is mostly because I have very little (read: zero) patience. I had to skip ahead and check out what the situation with Harrison’s daughter was and how it came to be, because I’m nosy like that. How Sam managed to wait and not ask about it a single time is hella impressive, lol. Couldn’t be me. But yeah, I loved this so much. I could easily talk about this book for ages, but I would probably just repeat myself.

“You’re an angel, aren’t you? That’s what this is.” “What?” I ask around a laugh. He nods, like it’s all settled. Voice nearly a whisper, he says, “An angel of cock and cake. Two of my very favorite things. I must’ve died and gone to Heaven.”

I also have a new appreciation for chaps (insert ‘biting knuckles’ pic here). Harrison has a cowboy kink? Bro, I think I might have one as well. Damn.

I’ve been alone, in one way or another, for most of my life. But I don’t want to end up that way. I don’t want to leave this life the same way I came into it.

Blanket spoiler warning ⬇️

⚠️ Tropes & tags ⚠️
Single dad
Veterinarian/animal control worker
Golden retriever MC
So many animals
Hookup to lovers
Small town
Date nights (and mornings)
‘Grew up in foster care’
Found family element


⚠️⚠️ Content warning ⚠️⚠️
Explicit sexual content
Child injury/hospitalization
Animal abuse
Animal neglect
Animal hoarding

(No animal death or extreme injury/distress)

⚠️⚠️⚠️ Book safety ⚠️⚠️⚠️
Cheating: No
OM drama: No
Third-act breakup: No
POV: 1st person, dual POV
Strict roles or versatile: Versatile

“Dibs!” I call out, shooting my hand high into the air. “I’m sorry. What now?” Tilda asks, following my line of sight. I point at the man, who’s now walking away, his hat back atop his head. “That one. He’s mine. I’m callin’ dibs.” Carl huffs out a laugh, and I turn his way, narrowing my eyes. His own shoot wide before he holds up his BBQ-covered hands. “Hey, you know I’m straight.” “I don’t care, Carl. I need you to acknowledge my dibs ’cause that man could bend a crowbar.” “All yours, Sammy,” he says in a rush. Satisfied, I turn to Tilda and raise an eyebrow. Tilda shakes her head, a little smile at the corner of her mouth. “Gonna lick the boy, Sammy?” “That’s the plan,” I acknowledge.

“I’ve never broken up with anyone,” I blurt. Harrison’s eyebrows rise. “How many people are you dating?” I bark a laugh, and Harrison grins.

“Hey, Harrison?” He turns off the faucet, back shaking the tiniest bit before he lets out a happy hum and turns my way. “Yeah, Sam?”

“Sam?” A smile curves my lips. “Yeah, Winifred?” “I think we���re friends now, don’t you?” the little girl asks. Ah, God. Blinking rapidly, I clear my throat. “Yeah, li’l miss. I do.”

And despite the fact that Sam makes me ridiculously happy, I know our relationship isn’t a cure-all for my mental health. It’s not fair to place that pressure on Sam, even inside my own head.