Dawn's POV
There are three things I've learned since moving to South Carolina.
One, humidity is apparently a personal attack.
Two, my German Shepherd has absolutely no loyalty.
And three, when a man the size of a commercial refrigerator knocks on your front door, you don't need a doorbell.
You feel the vibrations through the floor.
BAM! BAM! BAM!
I looked up from my laptop.
"What in the name of all things holy?"
Pink's ears shot up.
Then she bolted toward the front door.
Barking.
Tail wagging.
Practically vibrating with excitement.
I narrowed my eyes.
"Oh, don't tell me."
Another knock.
BAM! BAM!
"I'm coming!" I shouted.
"Sweet baby Jesus, you trying to knock the damn door off its hinges?"
A deep laugh came from the other side.
Yep.
I knew that laugh.
I glanced down
