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Sam nodded. Then he turned to Zeus. “You protect her from the outside,” he said. “I’ll protect her from the inside.”

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The first few dates were a disaster. Jake from accounting took one look at Zeus’s head—the size of a cinder block, the smile full of gleaming teeth—and asked if he could wait for her outside the coffee shop. Next. The artist, Leo, tried to be cool, but when Zeus leaned against his leg and thwumped his tail against the vintage amp, Leo yelped. Next. Then came Tyler, who said, “I love pits. They’re so aggressive. Like me.” Zeus put his whole body between Maya and Tyler and didn’t move until Tyler left. Good boy. Sam nodded

Maya told him. The fighting ring bust. The fear period. The way Zeus still had nightmares and woke up needing to press his whole body against hers until his heartbeat slowed. The way people crossed the street when they walked together. “I’ll protect her from the inside

That night, the three of them fell asleep in a pile on the floor—Sam’s arm around Maya, Maya’s hand on Zeus’s chest, Zeus’s slow heartbeat a drum keeping time. The rom-coms Maya used to watch alone always ended with a kiss in the rain. But this was better: a girl, her pitbull, and a man brave enough to understand that loving her meant loving the guard dog too.

The first fight was stupid. Sam forgot to call when he was working late. Maya spiraled— where is he, who is he with, why isn’t he answering —the old wounds opening like fresh cuts. When he finally showed up, she was crying. Zeus was pacing.

Maya didn’t care. Zeus had been returned twice for “being too much.” She understood too much.