She softened. “I’d love that.”
Peanut was thoroughly tired out by the time Wendy was ready to get out of school.
“You got a sweatshirt or something of Wendy’s in your truck that I could borrow?”
Constance frowned. “Yeah. The whole back seat is filled with her junk. Why?”
“Was wondering if I could work on a scent trail with the two of them. We can give Peanut the scent, and he can find her in a crowd of kids. It’d be a fun experiment.”
“Absolutely,” she said. “Let’s go.”
We headed to her car and got a jacket of Wendy’s.
“Usually, you’d want to put the jacket in a plastic bag so you can keep the scent contained and not contaminate it. But we’re going to do this the fun way and see what he can do,” I said. “When’s the bell ring for school?”
Just as I asked that, the bell rang.
“Now.” Constance grinned.
Twenty-Six
When the bikini pics start flooding my newsfeed, I have to remind myself that I have a great personality.
—Constance’s secret thoughts
Constance
Today had been weird.
And great.
I hadn’t laughed this much in a long time.
Especially when we wound through the throng of elementary children to find our way to Wendy, Peanut baying the entire way.
Peanut was a big hit, and the kids loved him.
The pup had done awesome, too.
Getting straight to Wendy without an ounce of issue.
“You did good, buddy.” I worked my fingers through Peanut’s loose jowls.
“He did.” Wendy laughed. “Where are we going next? I think he needs a pup cup from Starbucks!”
“The closest Starbucks is two hours away, goober.” I poked her nose. “What about going home and making s’mores?”
“Boring.” She looked up at Odin. “Odin, we should go to get ice cream, shouldn’t we?”
Odin looked at me helplessly.
I sighed. “It’s fine if you want to say yes.”
Odin’s eyes crinkled at the edges, and that little dimple in his cheek went deeper.
It was too bad those weren’t genetic. I’d love to have a dimpled little baby.
“How about we eat dinner first, then ice cream?” Odin suggested. “And we go to my house and drop Peanut off?”
