“Sunshine.” Tony threw a pillow at her. “Sunshine, wake up. Greet the sun; your namesake.” He plopped the corgi and the otter onto the bed. “Sic ‘er, fellas.”

Summer rolled over, curling up into a ball and half pulling the cover over her head. Doc sprang to her feet, swearing in four feline dialects at the intruders, and bolted between Tony’s feet.

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