Brandy smiled “That would be great. I could definitely use the help of a strong little boy.”

Nolan smiled and tried to make muscles. “I’m a strong big boy.”

Brandy chuckled. “Yes, you are. Would you like to help me finish setting the table?”

Nolan nodded enthusiastically and Erin had to stop herself from rolling her eyes. Any other time, this kid would be attached to her hip all night. Of course, this  is the time he decides to stop being shy.

“Go left at the top of the stairs. Her room is all the way at the end of the hall. Tell her if she’s late for dinner, I’m giving her portion to the dog,” Brandy said with another chuckle.

Erin hadn’t seen a dog since she walked in, but that was the last thing she was worried about right now. She had to go up to Blair’s room alone . It shouldn’t be a big deal, and it wouldn’t be if she could keep her feelings in check, but the problem was she couldn’t. Just the thought of seeing Blair’s room had her heart beating a mile a minute. She swore she could hear her heart beating in her ears as she made her way up the stairs and down the hall. The sound was so loud, she could barely hear herself knock.

A few seconds later, Blair opened the door. She tilted her head and scrunched her eyebrows, clearly surprised to see Erin standing there. Her wet hair was now down, and she was wearing loose gray sweatpants and a tight black tank top, an outfit that was unfairly sexy.

Erin cleared her throat as she tried to think of what to say. “Your… umm… your mom told me to come get you for dinner.”

Blair smirked and walked out of the room, closing the door behind her before Erin could get a peek, which was probably for the best. “Good to go.”

Instead of moving, Erin stared into those deep eyes that always seemed to hypnotize her. She could have continued to stare at them all day if the feeling of something brushing along her leg hadn’t scared her. “Holy shit,” she said as she instinctively jumped in the air.

Blair laughed as she bent down and petted the very fluffy medium-sized tan dog. “This is Moon.”

“Moon? That’s a different name. I don’t think I've ever met a dog named Moon before.”

“He’s a rescue. His shitty previous owner gave it to him. At first, I tried to convince my parents we should change it, but it’s grown on me.”

Erin bent down so she could pet the dog too. “How long have you had him?”