“Damn straight.” I opened my own car door and climbed out. “Now, where’s my boy? Boots, get over here.”
Wyatt gestured, releasing Boots. The dog was getting old. I dropped to my knees so he wouldn’t try to jump up on me and hurt himself and gave him a good scratching behind the ears before hugging him close. “I think he remembers me.”
“Of course he remembers you. You paid him more attention than you did to all the boys in town put together.”
“Oh, don’t be so salty. It’s not Boots’s fault hehad better manners than the whole lot of you.” I gave Boots one final scratch before standing up.
“She’s got me there,” Wyatt said to Addison.
Addison giggled like a neurotic schoolgirl jacked up on energy drinks, but I was too thankful for her temporary happiness to be bothered by it. “Your place is lovely. Thank you so much for inviting us,” she said.
Wyatt brought an old picnic basketout from behind his back. “I packed us a lunch. Figured we’d eat on the ride, if that’s all right?”
We both nodded.
Wyatt smiled. “Let’s ride, then.”
