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Faith was waiting around for Sawyer to arrive. They’d decided to have lunch at her house and just enjoy the afternoon. They both had to work tomorrow and she decided she didn’t want any witnesses for what she was going to tell him.
“Are you going to behave?” she asked Fred.
Her faithful companion was sitting next to her on the couch. She should do something about that but didn’t have the heart to.
Fred was here first and if any man she wanted to spend time with didn’t like that her dog joined her on the furniture then maybe he wasn’t for her.
But considering Sawyer only laughed when Fred sat between them when Sawyer kissed her the other day, she didn’t think he’d mind.
Fred barked as if he understood what his mommy was asking him. The only problem was, she wasn’t sure what that bark meant in terms of an answer.
Guess she’d find out in an hour.
Sawyer would be here around noon and she said she’d feed him lunch. She wanted to do more than sandwiches but wasn’t sure what. Making burgers seemed more like dinner.
After stressing more than she normally did, she decided to make calzones. That was easy. She had the dough here that she’d gotten at the store and would never tell her brother. He’d skin her alive if he knew she bought it, but she didn’t have the time or the temperament to make dough or bread or anything else like that.
She had ham, cheese, pepperoni, sausage and sauce on the side. Again, easy things.
She was trying to keep herself busy and the time finally flew by enough, Sawyer was knocking on her door with five minutes to spare. She could appreciate that he was like her in that aspect.
“Hi,” she said, opening the door. Her eyes dropped to the bag in his hand. Shit, she hadn’t done anything for him for the holiday. They’d only gone on one date.
“Don’t worry,” he said. “It’s not for you. It’s for Fred.”
“You got my dog a gift?” she asked. She knew her voice had gotten all soft-like. How super sweet.
“I did,” he said. He pulled a big rawhide bone out of the bag that Fred would chew on for days. Then he held the bag out for her to look in and she saw a squeaky bone. “Not sure if you want him to have this. It could be noisy.”
“It will only be noisy for about two minutes until he gets the squeaker out. He’s a master.”
He laughed. “Can I give it to him? He’s looking at me as if he knows it’s for him.”
She turned and saw Fred sitting straight as could be behind her. He was being polite, but she knew he wanted the toy and the treat because his tail was thumping hard on the floor.
“Sure,” she said. “Let him put on a show for you.”
Sawyer took the toy out and said, “Fred? Do you want this?” He squeaked it a few times, but Fred didn’t come.
“He’s waiting for me to tell him he can have it. That’s odd. He ran to you the other day at the park and yet right now he’s waiting for permission.”
“Maybe he wants me to know he only listens to you?” he asked.
“It could be that. Showing his loyalty. You can have it, Fred,” she said.
Fred almost jumped up and pulled Sawyer’s hand off in his haste to get the new toy. Guess Sawyer was right.
“Damn,” he said. “Didn’t see that coming or I would have let go of it faster.”
She smiled. “Let me take your jacket and hang it up.”
He took his navy coat off and handed it to her. He was in jeans and a nice fitted cotton shirt. He was built even better than she thought before.
They could hear Fred playing with his toy but couldn’t see him as he’d taken off for the living room to the right. The rest of the house was open up to see where her dog might be.
“He’s going right at it,” he said.
“Told you,” she said. Fred’s head was thrashing about, and there was growling and stomping and flipping it in the air. Then the noise just stopped. As if the toy was dead.
