“What?” She followed him outside, Brad trailing closely, too.
“Don’t question the man!” Brad hissed. “I think he’s helping.”
“Really?” Leah brightened. “Luke, I can’t thank you enough!” She hurried after him. “We can start first thing tomorrow morning.”
Annoyed and invigorated, Luke ignored them both and went to his truck. Scout barked happily from the front seat, and Luke opened the truck door and let him out.
“Wait. You have a dog?” Leah stood at the top of the steps, a funny look on her face as she eyed Scout who was wagging and wiggling about.
“His name is Scout. He comes to work with me. That’smycondition.”
“Oh.”
“Leahlovesdogs,” Brad chirped, but Luke could tell from the look on her face that this was not the case. It didn’t matter. She had her conditions, and he had his.
Luke lowered the tailgate of his truck with a bang and grabbed his toolbox. “You may want to place a dinner order at the Squire.”
“Why?” Leah asked, keeping a wary watch on Scout.
“Because we’re not starting tomorrow,” he said. “We’re starting right now.”
