If one thing had been hammered into Ray’s head it was that love to sucked.
Sure, the good times with Stella had been greatness, but when it had ended she had ripped his heart out and crushed it under her high heel shoes.
He still couldn’t sleep alone in his bed, but Turtle slept with him.
Now, Ray was sitting on his couch with a beer in one hand and his other hand was petting Dief’s head.
Dief’s eyes were closed and his tail was wagging.
Ray grinned as he petted Dief, love wasn’t so bad if it was Dief love.