"A virgin?" Belle frowned, trying not to be embarrassed.
She told herself she had no reason to be. Maybe it was weird to others. Most twenty-six year olds had a couple of lovers under their belt, but Belle was picky about everything. She'd once spent three months deciding on the right curtains to put over the tiny window in her bathroom. She wasn't about to take a lover just to keep others from laughing at her. That part of her life-or lack thereof-wasn't anyone's business.
"Don't you think I would have told you if I'd done the deed?" Belle asked. "Although I didn't get a phone call from you until weeks after you'd slept with your guys."
"I lost my virginity during a kidnapping. They took my phone or I swear I would have called you immediately." Kinley made a cooing call. "Come on, Gigi."
Kinley's Yorkie yipped a little and jumped from her comfy spot in Kinley's Prada tote. The dog tended to travel in whatever designer bag Kinley carried. The very pampered pooch stretched and yawned before jumping onto the ottoman and settling herself down. She didn't make a move as Kinley placed the tiny veil on her head.
That was one well-trained dog.
The sound of yipping floated through the door as it opened and Dominic Anthony walked in. He looked urbane with his artfully mussed inky hair and perfectly tailored tux, but the effect was somewhat ruined by the three wriggling puppies in his arms.
"Kinley, sweetheart, you know I love you and I want you to have a great day, but I'm going to kill the puppies now. I'll make it quick. They won't feel a thing."
"No, you won't! Those sweet babies are proof of Gigi and Butch's love."
"They're proof we should have gotten our damn dogs fixed. Number two pooped in my shoes. Three chewed up the curtains in the groom's room, so we're paying for that. And One ate a bar of soap, then yakked all over the place. Promise me our kids aren't going to be this destructive." He put the pups down and they immediately started darting all over the room, looking for mischief.
"No promises," Kinley said with a saucy smile. "You've got about seven months before the chaos begins. I can promise you I won't be having a litter, though. Just one for now. And I'll make sure he doesn't poop in your shoes. You know, it's really a sign of affection. They like your smell."
"Yeah? I don't like theirs," Dominic groused. "Now that they're weaned, it's time to find them happy homes." Placing a gentle hand on Kinley's stomach, he kissed her, then sighed. "And now I have to go clean my shoes. Damn it. Do not eat the flipping curtains again, Three. They're expensive."
As the puppy barked, Dominic shook his head and left.
Kinley and Gigi seemed utterly inured to the chaos around them. Belle watched as the pups continued exploring the room, nose first. "One, Two, and Three?"
"The guys won't let me name them because they think I'll want to keep them." She petted her dog softly. "Gigi's been fixed now so there won't be any more little four-legged surprises. But I'm going to find these three the best homes ever."
Belle hoped Kinley could work miracles. The poor little things wouldn't find anyone willing to take them on looks alone. They were a weird mix of Yorkie and whatever the hell Dominic's huge dog Butch was. In short, those were some fugly little pups.
But she had something in common with them. She was looking for a new home, too. Despite the fact that she'd settled into her Chicago apartment, somehow it just had never felt like home.
She thought again about the letter she'd received a month before. She'd been putting off addressing the issue because they'd had big cases to tackle at the firm. She couldn't leave her bosses in a lurch. Then she'd been too tired, too battered by recent rains, too afraid to give up today when they might come around tomorrow. She'd found just about every excuse to not rock the boat.
But watching Kinley with her husbands made Belle certain this boat needed to be rocked. She'd tried to drop anchor in Chicago … but clearly it was time to float elsewhere.
"Doesn't she make a beautiful bride?" Kinley held Gigi up and stared at her angular little canine face. The damn dog wore a wedding dress.
Belle loved Kinley, but sometimes, her bestie was completely insane. "Yep. Let's get this show on the road. There's an open bar at the other end of this wedding, right?"
Hopefully the reception wasn't all kibble.
"Of course." Kinley laughed. "I know a dog wedding is silly, but Dominic, Law, and Riley insisted on a quickie Vegas ceremony for us. They thought they could get out of a big party. Ha! I might be making an honest woman out of my Yorkie, but that reception is going to be all me. We've got a full bar, and those men will be dancing."