“Of course! Wait, he doesn’t go to work with you?” she asks.
“Actually, he does. So, you only have to worry about him if I’m not at work.”
“Good to know.”
I sigh. “I’ll get out of your hair now.”
“Thank you for fixing the door,” she says gratefully.
“You’re welcome. It’ll probably smell smokey for a few days.”
“Great! I think we’ll go out to eat tonight.”
“Sounds like a plan.” I head for the door, then stop and turn back. “I’ve got a pot of chili on the stove. You’re welcome to join me. Or I could bring you some over.”
She shakes her head. “No, you’ve done enough.”
“Okay. If you change your mind. You know where to find me.” I look at Chance. “Come on, boy.” He slowly gets to his feet and follows me outside. “I know you like the ladies. But I think we’ve worn out our welcome.”