She smiled at him, her eyes misting with silly tears. Hadn’t she always wanted a dog? Her father had ranch dogs when she was a child, but she wasn’t allowed to play with them. He thought she’d distract them. She’d begged Greg for them to get a dog when he’d moved in with her, and after he’d left . . . it just hadn’t occurred to her. Of course she could have a dog. She was an adult.

Even so, this was the best, most thoughtful present ever. Ever. It beat the heck out of a bouquet of flowers or a bracelet. Anyone could get those, but Hank didn’t want her to be lonely, and he’d gotten her her favorite of the litter deliberately.

It was the little things that made her melt, and she was definitely melting into a puddle right about now.

Smiling, she rubbed the puppy’s ears. The little girl didn’t have a name, but maybe Hank could help with that. “She’s wonderful. Thank you so much. You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

Hank leaned down and gave her a quick kiss. “I’m glad it was a good call.”

The puppy started to chew on the ribbon, her head tilting as she tried to get to the bow, so Becca carefully removed it from her neck and set her down to explore. “It’s the best call . . . Did you say a two-part gift?”

He nodded.

“You know my birthday isn’t until December, right?” She didn’t know what she’d done to deserve all this.

“It’s not a birthday present. And part two is coming just as soon as I get the guts.”

Guts? She sucked in a breath. Surely . . . surely this wasn’t what she thought? Her heart fluttered in her chest, and Becca wasn’t sure if it was excitement or anxiety. What if he proposed and then just strung her along for years like Greg did? After all, he wasn’t staying in Wyoming. He—

“I think the puppy just pissed on the floor.”

His chagrined words broke her out of her freak-out spiral. Becca whirled, and sure enough, her new little buddy was popping a squat right in the corner. “Poor baby.” She grabbed paper towels out of the back and mopped up quickly. “She probably needs a walk.”

Hank pulled a leash out of his pocket and offered it to her.

She clipped it onto the tiny, adorable collar on the equally tiny, adorable neck, scooped her up, then looked at Hank. “Or do we need to do gift number two first?”

He waved a hand. “It can wait.”