CHAPTER 21 - TED

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*Darcy’s POV*

“Are you a werewolf?” I asked him.

He laughed.

What? He did look like a werewolf!

His tight shirt clung to his muscled chest, showing off his six pack and his biceps. His black hair was trimmed short, like Jacob Black would have his hair. Chocolate brown eyes that would melt any girls heart accentuated his tanned skin. And his lips parted in a smile to show off two rows of perfect, white teeth.

He was gorgeous.

“No, I’m not a werewolf,” he said, wiping the tears from his eyes.

“Vampire?”

“Nope.”

“Witch?”

“I would've been a wizard then. And no.”

“Then what are you?”

“I’m the son of-”

“A mermaid!” I interrupted.

He snickered. “Sadly, no. My father is-”

“Neptune!”

“No,” he whined. “Let me finish.”

“Maybe.” I smiled.

He rolled his eyes and walked across the room to sit down on the bed. I hesitantly walked over as he patted the space next to him. Sitting down on the other side, Sparkle whined at my feet, and with a sigh, I picked her up and put her on the bed.

“Behave,” I told her.

She winked at me.

“She doesn’t understand that,” he said while frowning at me. “She’s just a dog, for crying out - OW!”

Sparkle had bit his finger and now sat between us, looking expectantly from me to him and back. Her tail wagged slightly as if she was unsure if she would be punished.

“Oh, but sometimes I think she’s as smart as a human,” I told him in a secretive whisper.

He folded his arms over his chest. “Prove it.”

I shrugged. “Fine. Sparkle, how much is two plus two?”

She barked four times and then rolled onto her back, showing her belly.

I rubbed it for a second. “Good girl.”

“Impossible. You had learned her that trick!” he accused.

“Fine. Then you give her something to answer.”

“Ok. Uh. . . what is the capital of Argentina?”

She tilted her head to the side in question.

“See! She can’t answer that!”

“You didn’t give her any possibilities. Multiple choice answers.”

“Oh, Ok. A, Montevideo. B, Amsterdam. C, Beijing. D, Buenos Aires.”

She thought it over for a second and then barked three times.

“Wrong!” he yelled.

I stuck up a waiting finger. “Wait for it.”

She barked a last time.

“Four.” I nodded at myself. “She’s smart. Don’t try to pull anything. She can open doors.”

“Prove it,” he repeated.

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