“San Antonio isn’t Lubbock. It’s just down the road a piece.” He kissed the pouf of curls atop her head. “And you know we’ve always got an extra room for you.” He stuck out his hand toward the twins. “I’m your cousin Sam,” he said. “Who’s Cass?”
“I am,” Cass said, shaking his hand.
“Welcome to the family. Hey, Sunny, good to see you again.” He gave her a hug. “This is Pookie.” He held out a small mop of a dog which had been tucked under his arm. Sunny took her, and Pookie licked her face and wiggled all over. “You’re a friendly one.”
“She seems to like you,” Sam said. “Want a dog?”
“Oh, Sam,” Skye said. “Stop that. You know you wouldn’t part with Pookie for any amount of money.”
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