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Austin muttered, walking towards the hog barn. "We have work to do. Come on, Axel."
    "Who in the hell is Axel?" Zane asked, confused, glancing around until his eyes landed on the goofy looking dog.
    "The dog!" Austin exclaimed, turning around to glare at Zane.
    "You named him Axel? Axel's a name for a big booming German Shepherd or a Rottweiler, not...whatever the hell that thing is!"
    "He's a West Highland Terrier. I know it's hard to tell with his hair as long as it is, but he's definitely an Axel. That's the first name that came to my mind and I'm sticking with it."
    "What did your neighbor have to say about his name? What's her name by the way?" Zane asked, grinning.
    "What is it with you and Ava and this obsession with my new neighbor? I didn't tell her what I named him and I'm not talking about her anymore. I have no idea what her name is and no desire to know either. Let's get to work already," Austin said, swinging the barn door open, stomping his way inside.
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    Zane smiled at his back, itching to tell Ava the new development with Austin's neighbor. She was right. Maybe this woman would be good for him. He wasn’t usually surly when it came to talking about women. He enjoyed all kinds of women.
    Very interesting indeed.
    He saw Ava coming from the red barn and his smile grew wider.
    "Just the beautiful woman I had been hoping to see," Zane said, pulling her into his arms for a demanding kiss. He came up for air, a twinkle in his eyes as he pulled her tighter against him.
    "What was that for?" Ava asked as her eyes betrayed that she wanted more.
    "I missed you," Zane said simply.
    "You saw me like ten minutes ago," she said dryly. "Spill it, mister."
    "Austin got a dog. Named him Axel and he doesn't look like an Axel. Trust me. He talked to his neighbor again last night and I don't think it went well. He had a grumpy attitude when I tried to pry the conversation out of him. I got nowhere. He's keeping the dog, too," Zane said, watching as Ava's eyes lit up with amusement.
    "I have to meet this woman. She's getting under his skin I see. You were just dying to tell me, weren’t you?" Ava grinned deviously.
    "Of course I was. Nobody better to whip some sense into him than you. He needs to stop dating the women he is and settle down. I know he doesn’t want to, but he's going to spiral out sooner or later. I just know it. Any woman who can bother him like that is worth taking a chance on. We should meet her," Zane said. If he didn't like the woman, he would back off.
    "Leave it to me. I want to see this doggy now," Ava said happily.
    "He's in the barn. He's no doggy. He doesn't even look like a dog. He looks like a sloppy mop."
    Ava lightly tapped Zane on the butt. "Be nice."
    Zane grabbed her hand, pulling her closer to his body as they walked to the barn. "Watch where you put your hands, sweetheart, I'm liable to toss you over my shoulder and have my wicked way with you back in the bedroom."
    She smiled as she pulled her hand from his, running it down his back in a slow caress, landing on his bottom again, pinching in delight. "I like the sound of that."
    Zane grabbed her into his arms, cradling her to his body as he pushed her against the barn wall. "I love you. I can never say that enough." He brought his mouth down, crushing any words that may have escaped from her sweet lips. He treasured the heat that flowed around them, the magic that swirled in their mouths.
    He pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against hers. "We need to get to work. Quit distracting me."
    "You distracted me first," Ava pointed out as she grabbed another kiss. "Let's go find Austin. I can't wait to meet Axel."
    Zane groaned at the ridiculous name, following Ava into the barn.
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